| Yeah, nigga
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| I ain’t got the drip, nigga I am the wave
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| Oww, Mr. Slicker than a dipstick
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| Mr. Travelodge, nigga you know where I had her at
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| Cutta, what up?
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| We at the sake house on 6th street
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| Had our own party in my limousine
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| Drowning in that pussy goin' underneath
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| Now she saying I’m her remedy
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| We at the sake house on 6th street
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| Had our own party in my limousine
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| Drowning in that pussy goin' underneath
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| Now she saying I’m her remedy
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| Always known to slap a hater
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| Fap cause I ain’t ask for nathin'
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| Baskets full of napkin placements
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| Jacked me for my starter coat, it’s magic baby
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| Biting like the bdbugs on your mattress baby
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| Hot potato, don’t believ shit but scales and calculators
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| Kappa Zeta flew me out with packs and flavors
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| Affidavit, signing statements
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| Nothing less than racks to pay me
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| And I wrote your raps, nigga
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| Really just a bachelor baby, R&B gangsta
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| I don’t do too much rappin', this shit slappin' baby
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| And they say it’s just depression but it’s really stress
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| Crack just killed the whole summer, now we holding bets
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| Disappointed in they actions, 'cause they know the flex
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| And ghetto just means it ain’t been stolen yet
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| And they say that it’s depression but it’s really stress
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| Crack just killed the whole summer, now we holding bets
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| Disappointed in they actions, 'cause they know the flex
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| And ghetto just means it ain’t been stolen yet (It ain’t been stolen yet)
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| Clone the rest
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| God-damn, baby girl thicker than soup in the fridge
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| Yeah, if you know what I like then you know what it is
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| Uh, yeah, she say she like sake, I called her a hotshot
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| And she say she got wet off my whii-ii-p
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| Line snorting, titty sucking, Petey on one
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| Killer shit, target the cheeks, like Saw 1
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| Title match, flip the bitch over, down the thong comes
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| Spinal tap, dick could hit boulders, leave all crumbs
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| Light the pack, twist up the doja, smoking hog blunts
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| Bison back, built with thick shoulders, throw a strong punch
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| Bitin' back? |
| Nigga that’s over, I’m the wrong one
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| Cuz like the Jack Nicholson Joker, I draw a long gun
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| Whew, yeah
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| Now back to the booty, she sending me nudes
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| Normally the bitch is a prude, but for me, she be bending the rules
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| 'Cause she know that Petey like it nasty
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| Yeah, she know that Petey need it naa-aa-sty, yeah |