| Kush got a nigga brain doing somersaults
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| Yesterday, clothes on smelling like a boss
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| Dick up in her mouth so she can’t talk
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| Pop a pill and fuck a bitch 'til she can’t walk
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| Now I’m standing in the shower bumping drum and bass
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| Stepped out put some Noxzema on my face
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| Hit a blunt twice and spared up my heart
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| Nigga my loft looking like a fucking skate park
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| But the only thing I’m griding is the boss nigga
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| Going nuts in the D, coast nigga
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| And that’s a K not a C
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| Nigga, Brown chief like Kansas City
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| American Apparel Jockey Briefs
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| Staring in the window thinking «Ha, I run the city!»
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| Renaissance like a sculpture in my back yard
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| Same nigga used to get F’s on his report card
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| And I put that on great granddaddy’s soul
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| Told me I’mma fuck bitches and always have hoes
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| So let me call another bitch up
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| A nigga tryna get his dick suck
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| Make my toes curl up when you licking my nuts
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| So when I call bitch, you better pick up
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| So let me call another bitch up
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| A nigga tryna get his dick sucked
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| Nah, what you think this is
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| I ain’t paying for your cab bitch you ain’t getting shit
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| Nah, but a mouth full of kids
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| Told the bitch take the bus guess what, she did it
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| Blew a nigga down like the wolf did the straw house
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| 'til I huffed and puffed and shot it in her mouth
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| Now I got the skinnies sagging with the dirty chucks
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| Thrift store tee cost a nigga four bucks
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| Now hipster bitches bomb a nigga like Pearl Harbor
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| Swear to God, I treat a ho like I ain’t got a daughter
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| Might as well do the same to my baby momma
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| While all my new hoes look like Jane Fonda
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| Bump techno and drive little-ass Honda
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| Give me brain and they say they learnt from their momma
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| Say she bi and make out with her best friend
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| Love it to death, but she ain’t lesbian |