| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
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| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
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| Waking up, drooling on Versace pillowcases
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| I ain’t smoke an eighth a day, I might end up a mental patient
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| Terry cloth bathrobes, blunts and ashtrays
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| White wine in flute glass, early morning Saturdays
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| Food plates and grape Ape, crepes and OJ
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| Bitches swimming topless in Chlorine off morphine
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| Emails on iPads don’t answer when phone rings
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| Text message full coming down on four beans
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| Everynight like a bachelor party in Sin City
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| Bitches sniffing coke off each other titties with rolled 50's
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| Life I live like Charlie Sheen and Rick James
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| Going hard till it ain’t a dollar to my name
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| This that Triple X shit nigga, how ya feel?
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| Groupies like glam rock, poison logo pills
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| Sniffing molly off amps blond haired tramps
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| When I’m on my way to the stage every night I rage
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| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
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| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
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| Warhols all on the wall of the villa
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| Adderall popping got me jumping to ceiling
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| Perceived as a villian no sentiment in my sentence
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| For instance in instants they’ll be calling forensics
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| If incidents occur remember these ain’t just words
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| Go from talking shit to organs preserved
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| You soft serve rappers just hide behind your reverb
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| And even without effects you’ll end up dessert
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| I research and homework, make you dig ya own dirt
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| On beats buried alive, ratting wiseguys
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| I’m with a Latin bitch, fat ass, well porportioned thighs
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| And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
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| I’m hopping out that new shit like narcs on Tuesday
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| The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J’s
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| What’s on my waist could make a nigga meet ya doomsday
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| To describe ya mixtape- that shit was like a toothache
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| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
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| It’s in my DNA, 'cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
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| DNA, DNA 'cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way |