| Did the s 1 w, proffesor Griff
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| Let it slide, nope
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| I’m at home (never) plate with the catcher’s mitt
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| There go Cam braggin (braggin)
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| Nana mad (Why) cause my pants saggin
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| All she said is
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| Uhm you’se a hot mess uhm
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| I tell her eyeball
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| Baby look at my walls (plaques)
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| Shop on the ground
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| I get it out the skymall (G-fizzle)
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| It’s young cnn, nbc, cbs, (what else)
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| Tnt, hbo, showtime, cbs (paparazzi)
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| See the borought G5
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| Yes sir G.P.S. |
| (that's why I land)
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| One diamond, 100 carats yes sir v.b.s.
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| When I got dressed
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| Rather when I got fresh
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| Pants sag, gun on nana said
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| You’se a hot mess
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| You’se a hot mess (I'm a hot mess)
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| Uhm, you’se a hot mess (you actin like I’m the only one with 50 thousand in
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| they socks)
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| Uhm, you’se a hot mess boy
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| You’se a hot mess
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| I’m the only to do that
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| Ya’ll are my clones
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| Fresh whips
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| Fly homes (I insist nigga)
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| Careful where you drive home
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| You walked into a cyclone
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| Over them dry stones
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| Fiends slept in front of my crib for 2 days straight
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| Like I had the iPhone (like I work for apple)
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| Pies on, I will bet some pies on
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| 2 foreign 6 train
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| The only thing theyll ride on (the only thing nigga)
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| Ask them why play with my pay
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| I pitch china in boston
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| Like daiske, that white yay
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| And all this carot cake is enough to irritate
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| But I’m so fly high
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| Fuck around and where a cape (fly off)
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| And pardon if you in the garden
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| Just beware of bait (bait)
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| They starvin, niggas eating
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| Nope they want to share they steak (not at all)
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| You’ll find them out of state
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| Near a lake, some billy bait (on side of a road)
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| Gettin ate by apes, deers
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| Business snakes (so)
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| So I tuck the llama
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| Be enough with drama
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| I see a nice slut
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| Big butt went to touch her honour (yell bitch)
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| I let her touch the ghanja (smoke this)
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| I could be your sponsor
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| I got one mother right
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| But I can have another mama (damn)
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| Did I pop yes, hit it hard
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| I got dressed
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| And all the bitch said killa
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| You’se a hot mess
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| When I got dressed
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| Rather when I got fresh
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| Pants sag, gun on nana said
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| You’se a hot mess
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| You’se a hot mess (I ain’t know that was your baby mama though)
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| Uhm, you’se a hot mess
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| Uhm, you’se a hot mess boy (you love her, I’m just fuckin her)
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| You’se a hot mess (that's his business)
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| You’se a hot mess
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| You’se a hot mess
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| You’se a hot mess boy
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| You’se a hot mess
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| You’se a hot mess
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| Uhm you’se a hot mess uhm
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| You’se a hot mess boy
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| You’se a hot mess uhm |