| Big Baby, bow before greatness
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| Your boy bolts
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| Being blessed by geishas
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| Bring it back to basics, basically I blaze shit
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| Boochie brown bitches burning in my basement
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| Booties bounces, bobbling, ballsacks
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| Best believe I be by shoulders like a backpack
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| Breathin' in her butt, bein' blessed like I just sneezed
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| Bring it to her belly, her back is where I bust seed
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| Lemme backtrack please, government or whoever
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| Don’t want you, know nothing
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| But keep your heart, keep it close like your cousin
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| Or your children
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| Occupy Zuccotti Park, don’t forget that Gandhi’s smart
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| 'times I say stupid shit, but I’m not a narc
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| Lotta heart, got love for my people
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| Refills of e pills, you know how the weed feels
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| I wanna see mills, females on my neck like sprewell please chill (please chill.)
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| Illuminati on my mind, soul and my credit card charged so hard, the black bar
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| fell off
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| Just like your favorite rapper, they all so soft
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| Bottle zoloft and a half gram of oxy
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| Mean muggin' so hard, say «damn, man could rob me.»
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| Van Damme your posse, damn man that’s Gandhi |