| I told ‘em I would kill it
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| They tried to put a hit out
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| Bitch I’m young livin'
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| Old folks get out
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| I somewhere in izair
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| Up in the smoke clizoud
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| I get high so much
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| that pickups are a pizout
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| I’m on this, I got this
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| Sittin on some profits
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| I’m chillin on the beach
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| Wit Martha Stewart and some sock tips
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| You last year like crocs
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| I’m this year like this year
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| My future lookin bright
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| so I’d say its crispy clear
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| I’m so sweet like Krispy Kreme
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| 5 or 6 up in the Beam
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| Drivin down on 95
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| Bitch I’m headed to the bean
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| I got what you hatin' on
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| Dog I’m what you tryin to be
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| So keep goin like free throwin
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| Cuz I’m all up behind the three
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| I witcha girl up in ya bed
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| All those line are kinda dead
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| But it’s true, I’m actually fuckin her
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| Forget all of those lines were said
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| I am known to be a king
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| I was born to be a star
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| All these people lookin at me
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| like I’m goin to mow they lawn
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| Well nigga fuck that, I’m outtie
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| I’m outtie like an Audi
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| I’m outtie like an innie
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| Man I’m outtie out in Maui
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| Wit some girlies on my nuts
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| Like Imma rap star or sumtin
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| And they tryin to take me home
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| But I’m just tryin make some muffins
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| Cuz I’m high as fuck
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| on the river
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| You the loser
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| I’m the winner
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| And my girlie got that ass
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| Better sticker than a snicker
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| My life’s blang, your wife changed
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| In my bed, life change
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| We fucked all in the football stands
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| Call that shit a night game
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| I’m smoking on the light green
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| It burns down til its white
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| That good stuff can do that
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| Dog look it up, cuz I’m right
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| Got that Colin Powell; |
| I’m rich bitch
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| Period I’m kickflippin
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| Shoelaces, My vans trippin
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| I’m fallin over, I’m drizzy drunk
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| Mike Jones, still tippin
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| I got these kids at my show
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| smoking weed up in the crowd
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| Security can’t kick em out
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| We burn this motherfucker down
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| We lampin til she turn me off
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| Get it, lamps? |
| Turn it off
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| I treat my girl like luxury
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| Call that chick a foreign car
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| I’m sicker than the common cold
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| Sicker than bein kind old
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| And Fuck these lil bitches who got one flow
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| They kinda blow
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| I got that, I don’t need a hook
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| Like hand fishin don’t need a hook
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| English class, I’m in this bitch
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| Best believe I don’t read a book
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| I keep my joints stuffed like you never check the mail…
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| That last line was brail
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| So stay up out my business
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| This ain’t show and tell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song #FuckYourBitch , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album :) : / :(, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп