| Don’t stop, body rock, steppin' hard in my gators
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| I’m from Detroit, I’m a player, all I know is get that paper
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| Wakin' up, bakin' up, cookin' up, and cakin' up
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| I’m real as fuck, you fake as fuck, I had enough, we breakin' up
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| Shake it up, shake it down, systematic break down
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| You gon' throw your back out, my family never cracked out
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| You say yo down, I failed too, yeah I been to Hell too
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| I got a soul to sell too, Jesus died on the cross He was nailed to
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| So this might start a revolution evolution
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| Wicketshit I’m introducing. |
| Suicide is no solution
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| Give me death or retribution. |
| I’ve come to this conclusion
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| All your corrupt collusion, the whole world’s an illusion
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| Don’t stop, keep it poppin', steppin' hard in her stilettos
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| Heavy heavy metal, and she straight about the ghetto
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| She do it 'til it fuckin' hurts. |
| Girl, you’re too sexy for that shirt
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| What you doin' after work? |
| Let’s get into some dirt
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| It’s happy hour, pussy power, she came here to straight devour
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| Alcohol and golden showers, she don’t want no flowers
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| It’s gushy, I like sushi. |
| She wet like a jacuzzi
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| Got a body on my Uzi, still they choose to be like who’s he
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| But that’s okay, though, hey ho, come blow me like tornado
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| It’s all up in my nasal, and still the flow is fatal
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| Mistakes, I can’t afford it. |
| I think it, then I thought it
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| My microphone’s distorted, but still I just record it
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| You. |
| I clapped you, they applauded
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| I sell it 'cause you bought it. |
| I piss, and you just caught it
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| I threw up in the toilet, 'cause I’m an alcoholic
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| Don’t wanna spoil it, but the wicketshit is what I call it
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| Don’t stop, keep it wicked, suicidal’s how I kick it
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| Acid rap got you addicted, pain inside is self-inflicted
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| All the pain inside is self-inflicted
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| All the pain inside is self-inflicted
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| All the pain inside is self-inflicted
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| All the pain inside is self-inflicted |