| Took the bitch to hibatchi
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| She down to cum like asaki
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| I got the beef and brocoli
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| You can’t stop me, I’m the chief Apache
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| Peel your scalp, take your village and your women
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| Don’t even know what you’ve done
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| Bitch niggas talk, it’s for living priming
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| My head piece look like a grizzly ate me
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| Probably the father of Brenda’s baby
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| I’m from the 90's, so you know I’m crazy
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| They know I’m wit-it, I’m with the shit-its
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| Hit the liddick, then we count the digits
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| Say she only counting pounds, I think the chick was British
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| Suck my diddick, so she show commitment
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| Light up the spliff, the cuban link the color of my bitch
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| Chase the pinch while I grab the grip
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| Nigga
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| Posted on the golf course with the horses
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| They say I’m looking like a whore’s gift
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| You niggas know I eat the pasta with the swordfish
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| Nigga, it’s just the Lord’s wish
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| I’m posted on the golf course with the horses
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| They say I’m looking like a whore’s gift
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| You niggas know I eat the pasta with the swordfish
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| Promise, this is the Lord’s wish
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| Cash we earning up in Nashville, sip the nasty bourbon
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| Wrap the grass up like a cabbie turban
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| The hashish burning, got it smelling like heroine and lemon
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| Dog my life is splendid
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| Popped a Vicodin with Eva Mendes
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| Put on the garments, then I hit the exit
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| You know the method to my madness
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| Steam the cabbage while finger fucking your dad’s bitch
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| I’m such a savage
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| When will it stop, never
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| Watch the sun climb up the mountain top
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| Then bungee jump into the fountain drop
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| The seats was aqua
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| So fucking drunk that a nigga ruined the opera
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| You can see the mobster in my posture
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| Sock a nigga out his Chakra
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| It’s Dolla, light up the skama nigga |