| Boy get your lazy ass up So you can go to store and get some flower
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| And some vegetable oil so I can fry some god damn
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| chicken (uh-huh)
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| And don’t forget to get the cards so I can whoop y’all
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| ass in some spades
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| (Tell 'em girl) And if they ain’t got it at that store
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| Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga
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| Yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of Beck’s
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| Four dutches, Osh Kosh jumpers, '86 viles, mustard
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| A summer night, light drizzle type
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| Waitin’for the Mike fight to come on, son, 'pose to been on I keep runnin’to the bathroom, shittin'
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| I’m blowin’up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin'(god damn, nigga)
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| Ghost need his colon clensed
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| Countin’up g-stacks, eatin’Ken’Fried Chicken
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| Who wanna play spades? |
| Word to rap, I’m givin’y’all a whippin'
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| Guzzled a couple, now, I’m seein’double
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| Rubbin’my girl leg, lookin’at Barbara, her sister got a nice bubble
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| I used to fuck her while she was seated by Bags from Brooklyn
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| He drove a Jag', she cut me off when she turned Muslim
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| I need some pussy though, that kind that be gushy though
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| That warm platinum pussy, with a dynamic pussy hole
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| I gotta fuck something, if not, I’mma fuck my girl
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| That’s what’s up, fuck the fight, yo, baby, let’s peel. |