| Tick tick
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| Tick tick
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| I got this PS2 controlled wrapped around my foot
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| Its lit (its lit)
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| When I get up I’m gon' trip
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| Shoulda seen it but I slipped
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| Its ok, its (?)
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| Call these hoes and call my friends
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| Either that or play the Sims
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| Listening to (?)
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| Might get drunk and try to whip (whip)
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| (?) hella different
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| I get money just to spit
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| Writing 16's like its essays
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| Now my homework coming in
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| Know my teachers would be proud
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| I still know how to count to ten
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| Doing PEMDAS for the check to make sure the owners didn’t skimp
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| Gotta pay my rent, dipping in the Uber or the Lyft
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| Throwing bones like Ludacris when I’m off the spliff
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| I’m in my era, spiked green tea in a moshpit
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| And we not out for tabloid pictures
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| We don’t do no gossip
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| (Tick tick)
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| We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip
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| We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip
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| We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip
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| We don’t do no gossip, we don’t do no gossip
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| I meet my maker, I’m telling him to his face
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| Thanks for all the gifts you gave
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| Sad 'bout all the friends you take |
| I get fucked up when I’m by myself
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| My movements in the shade
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| I be smoking, eating Chinese food, Weeds season 8
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| Tom Brady, Randy Moss
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| Lady Parts gon' make the toss
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| Them other rappers catching balls, pause
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| That’s on god
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| I’m Daryl Dawkins, chocolate thunder
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| With my afro having Boston accent
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| Half a beer, chug it |