| First things first, bitch I don’t give a fuck
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| I ain’t here for no love
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| I’m just looking for some lust
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| And you know I gotta have it
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| I don’t need no double cup
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| One cup pretty good
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| Ice melting through the drugs
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| I’ll just probably lie to you, like a nigga bussin' juggs
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| But I know niggas that do
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| Them ole boys in my hood
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| Raised deep in the mound
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| Then moved through them towns
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| And I promise you
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| Thats the reason that I’m wild
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| And I gotta get it up
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| Get the keys to the city
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| And you know I gotta ride in a S550
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| No I don’t
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| Cause I don’t really give a fuck
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| Go an make a million dollars then buy a million blunts
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| Chris mothafuckin' Travis nigga what the fuck is up
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| Make the underground
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| Mainstream flooding like a tub
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| Boy I’m really going hard, all these other niggas scrubs
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| I ain’t trying to go out
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| Unless I’m paid by the cut
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| And I know these niggas hating cause they bitch showing love
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| I can change who I am but can’t change who I was
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| On the stand
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with this man
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| If you feel the same way, bring your ass to the stand
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| Got my niggas in the back, 'put some change on your head
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| Give his ass a number two, pencil fill him up with lead
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| Got his neck on the floor
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| Lost his bro where he bled
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| Then we cleaned up the place
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| Bowed down then we fled
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| Bitch |