| Bitch, I do not need advice
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| I’m living life, do what I like
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| I swear that all these hoes is trife
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| Let me smoke my blunts all night
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| I’m fucked up and get sucked up
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| In the backseat of a golf cart
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| Still rolling blunts 'cause I don’t give a fuck
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| I’ma spark 'em up in Wal-Mart
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| I’m copping me some mac' and cheese
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| I whip it up then pour the lean
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| Mac' and lean homemade by me
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| I eat so good, I go to sleep
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| Don’t touch my drugs
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| Silly fiend 'cause I’ma fuck you up
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| Don’t touch my drugs
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| Silly fiend 'cause I’ma fuck you up
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| My bitch, she looks like buttercup
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| With longer hair and bigger butt
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| Think she beautiful as fuck
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| But she still think she ain’t enough
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| That’s love if you asking me
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| These SoundCloud rappers' trash, my G'
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| Thinking they surpassing me
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| But I keep getting faster G'
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| Don’t touch my drugs
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| Fucking fiend 'cause I’ma fuck you up
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| You weak as fuck, you ain’t dope enough
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| I’ll throw my fist 'til it’s bloody stuff
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| Don’t touch my drugs
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| Fucking fiend 'cause I’ma fuck you up
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| You weak as fuck, you ain’t dope enough
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| I’ll throw my fist 'til it’s bloody stuff |