| Wrist a stain, let’s get it
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| It’s like joke, you get it
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| Hi-tech stains on my Denim
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| Loud gas pipe, like venom
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| They wanna fuck, let’s let ‘em
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| Make a bitch grunt, like tennis
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| My dick up in her like, «Welcome»
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| Give back shots, Lord, help her
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| Give back shot, R.I.P my pelvis
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| Give her back shots ‘til the pussy dead, Elvis
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| Do your lil' dance on the dick
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| Do the Harlem Shake, do the shake on the dick
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| G-G-Gangnam Style on the dick
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| Captain Morgan rum, yes, I’m lit
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| Walk in a stain, run a stain on your bitch
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| White Cocaine, why I numb niggas lips
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| I’m so slump I could sleep on her tits
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| Give me attitude, Shakira them hips (Shakira)
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| My bitch gay! |
| «Is she really?»
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| No, actually she’s bi
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| Matter fact, let me slap the dick up in her thighs
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| When I’m in it, can you shake it like a virgin cry
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| I’m outside, come outside
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| Suck this dick, I don’t care if we outside
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| That’s on the guys, that’s on the gang
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| If you- (*unintelligible sounds*)
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| Now she call me a villain
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| I’m so damn high, ceiling
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| My dick up in her like, «Welcome»
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| Stainless steel on my bezel
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| Cocaine fiends, they embedded
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| And I bet the fame gon' bed her
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| Suck this cock, don’t let up
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| Get on your knees, don’t get up
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| Wrist so cold it’s a bad warning, weather
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| I fuck white girls, they named Heather |