| Tell me why my dimes look pregnant
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| That niggas know that my connect Mexican
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| Hoes with light complexion little to no melanin
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| Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant
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| Intelligent bitches from college that study medicine
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| Drop it in they face like visine medicine
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| In your hood liquor store, cop a slice of pizza
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| Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza
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| Nigga don’t confuse it, think it’s just music
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| Niggas think hip hop is book-bags and chew-sticks
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| Fiends out front beg for change for our rows
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| Ain’t talking about flowers let 'em hold a couple dollars
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| It’s like it’s Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze
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| Fuck tomorrow dog, we ain’t promised today
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| So tell me what’s the reason these niggas eating
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| I feel like the whole damn industry teasing
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| I used to cop a nick bag and pull two out it
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| Man, these rap niggas jewelry looking too cloudy
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| Sitting in the Audi, L.A. at the do over
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| Throwing up the middle finger yelling «Fuck Oprah»
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| You in the hood nigga, trying to get your buzz up
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| I’m at the Standard nigga, two bitches with they tops up
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| And watch 'em treat each other like the buffet
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| While you doing calling orders at the Coney
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| Hoes say the dick so huge
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| That you can package pre-orders up through the roof
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| So keep sleeping on me, I’mma wake up with your bitch
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| Rolling over, asking her «Know how to make grits?»
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| Nigga I’m the shit, so homie don’t piss me
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| Eat pussy so good, none of my hoes kiss me
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| Lick your bitch or I’mma be eating
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| The next time you call that ho a be teasing like |