| No homo, I’m a man of honor
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| Bite your ass just like a piranha (I gets it in)
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| Many men don’t have a clue
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| But I know what the fuck to do (I gets it in)
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| O.G. |
| D I know the game
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| Yours truly, Joe the Brain (I gets it in)
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| I’m not vain, just conveyin my name
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| Y’all lil' dudes stay in your lane (I gets it in)
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| Yes, I’m on the road to riches
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| On my way to the top, thought I told you bitches
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| Old heads always say you should fold your riches
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| Got a fetish for new kicks and older bitches
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| And I run around town with my man Ben Franklin
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| Got a lean like Pisa, but ain’t been drinkin
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| I’m just sittin here takin it in
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| And pardon, the way I walk I’m still breakin them in
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| I paint the town red and spend no cake to get in
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| You on line outside and gotta wait to get in
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| I don’t worry 'bout the bullshit, my team is strong
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| I set it off to settle out, my green is long
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| And besides half these dudes, act like girls
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| I straighten 'em out, when they snap back like curls
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| New ESV Cadillac white pearl
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| Candy painted, midnight black slice swirl, eyy~!
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| Yeah… okay, okay, you dudes don’t get it
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| Big D I bust you down if you dudes don’t quit it
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| You be in the studio all night and still don’t hit it
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| Spendin money at the bar fam and still don’t hit it
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| I feel like Charlie Brown, niggas pickin on me
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| Wanna see me on the floor with niggas kickin on me
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| All because you heard your broad was trickin on me
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| It ain’t nothin, the blick is on me, holla!
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| Rottweiler off the leash, I can’t be tamed
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| And you said due to ignorance you can’t be blamed
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| Shoulda seen the look on your face when came
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| Done and over, it’s done with, I can’t be gamed
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| I’m the S-Q-U-I-Z-Z-Y
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| Got a lil' tummy but you always see me fly
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| It’s no secret, haters wanna see me die
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| Like I’m a motherfuckin fish they wanna see me fry, eyy~! |