| Used to be sorry trying to pack a bag of ramen open
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| Now I gotcha bitch chokin' on this dick long strokin'
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| Everyday; |
| bone smokin'
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| Champagne; |
| glass toastin'
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| Suckin' on this sex pistol 'bout to blow her brains open
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| Used to fuck with rat bitches
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| Now I fuck with bad bitches
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| Fuckin' since middle school
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| And dog you never had bitches
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| Dog I came from rag to riches
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| Now I got your bitch permission
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| Squirtin' on her lips and when you home you gon' kiss her
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| Take a nigga head off
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| Like a hot mascot
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| Tell me why your breath be smellin'
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| Like a burnin' bag of fag cock
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| Blowin' on some apricot
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| Crib like Camelot
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| Thinking of the days when I was countin' up my sack of rock
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| Leave ya with a scar face
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| 'Cause you niggas rap a lot
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| Nigga you a?
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| Homie I’m a long grenade
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| Found them yellow diamonds have a nigga leakin' lemonade
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| Nigga you bitch man
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| 'Bout to need first aid
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| Dog I’m on the grind
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| Like an old stripper
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| In a room full of virgin nerds and fat niggas
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| Now we pack swishers
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| Drink straight liquor
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| Make ya bitch go down low and lick your sister
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| Ghetto ass nigga got dressed on suburban
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| Rap niggas gettin jerked
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| Ain’t no Jergens
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| Fuck so bad in they ass fit Excursions
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| Detroit niggas got it wrapped like turbans |