| You say that I hang out all night, that’s okay
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| 'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
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| You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom
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| Raise another brew to your face with you, swollen palm
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| Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
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| Sayin' I’m high, I’m on dope and I better quit
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| Muthafucka, if I was high you would die
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| Hit my mom once more and it’s bye-bye
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| Who are you tryin' to judge me?
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Who put you so above me?
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| Clear the fuck out my space
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| You say that I want sex all the time
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| That’s all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
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| Well, that’s right, I want sex all the time
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| That’s all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
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| Well, that’s right, I want sex every minute
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| Every hour of the day
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| Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
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| But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit
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| You’ll hit your knees
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| Suckin' dick with a quickness
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| In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts
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| Suckin' butt with your tongue up my fuckin' ass
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| Who are you tryin' to judge me?
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Who put you so above me?
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| Clear the fuck out my space
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| Get the fuck out my face, yeah
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| Who are you tryin' to judge me?
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Who put you so above me?
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| Clear the fuck out my space
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| You need to stay the fuck out my face
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| Stay the fuck out my got damned face |