| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy
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| I’m just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
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| I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
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| I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
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| They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
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| Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go «Brrrrrrr»
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| Barking up the wrong tree, I done smoked too much moss
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| These days I’m killing gods, I had to get that across
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| Cross me, that’s like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
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| And cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
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| Where the hot rod, clapping cheeks until my dick clap
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| That’s a hot rod, but she still tied to my meat
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| Like Lady Gaga, they googly-eyed after they Google me
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| Giggling, growing my gigabytes, I’m grooving, you goofy
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| I had bitches tryna be on my penis since Zenon
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| Looked at Raven-Symone and said, «Cetus Lapidus!»
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| At the moment, I’m always taking meetings
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| Already too many assumptions taking meanings
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| All the men, abandonment, the management that’s making them
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| That was six different ways for me to spell «ATM»
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| I got six different plays for me to melt ATMs
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| I got six different states where I need to mail ATMs
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| Not on no modest shit, honestly, I could humble the hottest bitch
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| Don’t have rings on no hobbit shit but still tell her I got a bitch
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| Hopping out the house, hooting, holl’ing, sauce, gravy
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| I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me
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| I’m just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
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| I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
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| I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
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| They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
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| Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go «Brrrrrrr»
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| Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| I seen that money and my baby mama both go—
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| Uh, ain’t had no sound for that, uh, smokin' on power
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| That power push me to power-nap, uh
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| Bathing in Hell while the Devil cry on my shower-cap, uh
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| I got this house full of the dead and shit I gotta put to bed
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| 'Cause they been living rent-free inside my motherfucking head
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| And if I die for what I said and they kill me for this verse
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| Make sure my kid know his worth 'cause he gon' inherit the earth
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| I turn and rappers say they all friends, uh
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| Tell 'em I’ll bitch-slap 'em with God’s hands, uh
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| I had to count all my losses, I had to get in my pocket
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| Negative thoughts in my wallet, I had to turn it to profits
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| They probably tryna kill my innocence, uh
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| Premeditated versus coincidence, uh
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| Typical nigga shit, I’m sick of shit but act like I ain’t bothered
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| 'Cause the world done poured lava on my motherfucking chakra
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| What the fuck?
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| I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
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| I’m just a shoulder and neck until my bitch give me head
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| I start fucking my devils and put my karma to bed
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| I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap shit is flawed
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| They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
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| Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go «Brrrrrrr» |