| Bitch I’m chilling
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| Where the water at?
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| Come into my water
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| You will die from my shark attack
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| Rap niggas try to, but they never make it back
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| Touch down, touch down, rap game running back
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| Break a nigga ribs
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| Hit stick to your fucking chest
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| Say they hard body
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| What the mean if I’m in your flesh?
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| Pump to your stomach
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| Make a weak nigga reminisce
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| Fell in love with her cause her pussy had a magic scent
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| Chris fucking Travis
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| Thank the lord that I’m heaven sent
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| I’ll turn a porn star out
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| Make her celibate
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| Smoking backwoods got her higher than a pelican
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| You a lame nigga, yes the opposite of relevant
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| I’m the same nigga, still grinding for my relatives
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| Now I eat at places with good proper etiquette
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| Send them bricks over
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| Yeah them bricks of that medicine
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| Feeling kinda sick, I’mma need a dose of high-tech
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| Bitch watch out, I’mma need a bout five steps
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| I don’t wanna love you, I’m in love with my self
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| Not worried about you, only worried about my health
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| All up in my business, concerned of my wealth
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| Bitch I’m the best
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| Nothing more, nothing less
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| Tell a bitch king me, like I’m on a game of chess
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| And she give me great head but on to the next
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| Play for games with my squad
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| But I ain’t done yet
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| Pussy |