| Piranhas, stay on my toes like orthodontists
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| Dopeman Nikes, George Costanza
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| Nigga it’s colonic when I vomit
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| Get in niggas ass
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| You’s a fag just for thinking gay
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| Nigga you ain’t Andre
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| Better get an Hors D’ouvre, nigga you a cold sore
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| Lips of a prostitute, buff ass nigga
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| Having trouble with the childproof, nigga outlined you
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| Don’t make me go back to that, nigga on a mongoose
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| Rest in peace Ron Gook, sitting in a old school
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| Smoking on some Goku, buds like Dragon Balls
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| Tequila with the lime juice, times two cyborgs
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| Smoking on some grapefruit, hoes come twice
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| But it’s three if I eat the cooch
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| Peach coupe, no roof
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| When my hoes coming through
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| My bitches rap better than you
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| So quit worrying about what I’m gon' do
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| Cause I could give a flying fuck about what you doin'
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| I’m shooting moves…
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| So nigga quit worrying, about what I’m doing
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| Cause I could give a flying fuck about what you doing
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| My nigga I’m shooting moves…
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| So nigga quit worrying, about what I’m doing
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| Cause I could give a flying fuck about what you doing
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| My nigga I’m shootin' moves
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| Used to wait for the Dexter, smoking on that Newport
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| Stacks in the phone posit, work in the Jansport
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| Prayin for a personal, every time I go to court
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| Eastland shopping bag, ho’s at the food court
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| Around the time you got your sounds put in that mammoth
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| I was on Clairmount, 3 for 10 slangin'
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| Shining like the silver on a Air Max '95
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| Took this rap shit serious about in '05
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| Got these niggas scared, ask them if I’m lyin'
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| Because I shit on niggas bar for bar without trying
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| Ain’t in your top three? |
| Then bitch you can’t count
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| Only thing that makes sense is dollar amount
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| Ounce to the face, stank go to waste
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| You still tryna find a place to record your mixtape
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| …this ain’t here for ya
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| Even Jesus tried to break the teeth for droppin' vocals |