| Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
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| Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
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| Better load up the cartridge, get the car it’s inside it
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| Let’s put some ice on your watches and designer on your body
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| Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
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| Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
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| Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
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| Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started
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| I’m turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
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| My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it’s uncalled for
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| In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
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| They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours
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| I’m stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin
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| Don’t like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
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| Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
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| I won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit
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| Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years
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| I’m gettin' it in til it’s unreal, let’s say one album, like ten mill
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| Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelin', I don’t try to
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| But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, don’t like you
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| It’s Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
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| Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
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| Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'
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| They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em'
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| Man I’m on that lean, liquor for the bitches
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| Whom fuckin' with me? |
| all I hear is crickets
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| I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
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| She on that Molly, I’m on that Mary, I’m on that Mary like Joseph
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| Man I’m married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
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| Dick stay up like it got insomnia
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| All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy
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| The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone |