| My homie’s a magician with the tec
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| Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck
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| I ain’t tricking with you hoes, but shit don’t ask him
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| Only thing I give a bitch? |
| A fucking orgasm
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| I’ll throw you in the river, hands tied tight
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| Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight
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| I’m spitting that dope shit, smoking on regulars
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| Writing 16's like internet child predators
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| Rocking that 10 deep, but I stay dolo
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| You wearing polo, who are you, Young Dro?
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| I’m fifth floor at the Bellagio
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| Vegas bitches that’s resembling Rosario
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| Dawson, awesome, hit the head, mario
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| Sorry yo my tongue long, she squirted off the sheets
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| She gave me that Becky, I gave her that yoshi
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| The only time you niggas touch keys is Motif
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| Go and sell a beat, you never sold a rock
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| Still be sitting on the couch if I was signed to Koch
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| Could’ve signed to The Roc, nah I’m signed to the streets
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| The D is the only thing that’s profiting for me
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| Feeling like big meech, when we’re about to cook up
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| But not the one from BMF dawg, the one from Lynwood
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| It ain’t a nigga I know
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| Three years straight
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| 3 dollar blows
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| Good any hood, anywhere I go I’m straight
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| Nigga hit me with a hundred cause the look on my face
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| Mama I’m honored to be your son
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| Could snatch a stack of stamps out and not rip a single one
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| Used to be in a rush, to finish off my sack
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| I was so thirsty dawg, sold a pregnant bitch crack
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| Let her pay me extra, smoke it in the back
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| Then she came back
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| Tities on smacking herself on the back
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| Talking about something crawling on her
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| Looking like the world’s falling on her
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| And I pushed it
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| You rub the foots of the bitches I mushed
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| Funky ass cutlass 3 deep, blowing kush
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| got her shook
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| Started reading once the judge threw the fucking book
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| But the block was off the hook, said fuck class
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| Off them same pills that had Carlton dancing fast
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| Young buck, look, now a grown up
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| Now I pop those same pills, listening to Donuts
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| I rap like I bet my life because in all actuality, nigga I did
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| You rap like you used to hit the pipe
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| Nah nigga that ain’t crack, that’s crack head shit
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| Rep that shit, Will tell a bitch
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| You wouldn’t break a brick, you ain’t seeing this dick
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| You trick on the bitch, dawg you ain’t rich
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| Take a bitch to the movies, take her to the crib
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| You seeing Brown? |
| Nope, never
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| About to live the title of the greatest rapper ever |