| I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy
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| Couldn’t hit the grind but making babies, I’m crazy
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| Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
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| Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
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| I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
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| Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
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| I got four white girls all Aryan
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| I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it’s a revolution
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| Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other
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| I ain’t your everyday normal brother, porno lover
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| She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
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| And I’m finessing like I’m Timmy Duncan, win you something
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| Immaculate, this scatter rapping, no passing my blunt
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| Don’t you put me on freshman covers, I’m posing with lunch
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| Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up
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| No competing with bleachers jogging I’m running a muck
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| Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper
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| Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back
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| Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
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| Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat
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| Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
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| Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous
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| Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious
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| But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit
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| Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
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| Killer like your neighbour, I’m as nice everybody seems
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| We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White
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| Hope he ain’t caught with that possession like a poltergeist
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| Momma, where the Priests at? |
| Why we gotta lease that?
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| Why we can’t own that? |
| All these fed loaners
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| Ain’t no forewarning came bombing and I’m just Vietnam
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| If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son |