| These niggas ain’t really all that, tryna be on top like a cap on a bald head
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| Friends told me that they wouldn’t cross me and they all did
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| I’m just getting busy killin' rappers, leave 'em all dead
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| All I know is us bro, fuck what y’all said
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| Ray 's in the jungle so my best friend 's Tarzan
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| Want it? |
| Imma get it, pull strings like harp players
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| Young ones tryna ball, but I don’t really walk near
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| I be grindin', I’m grindin', I’m grindin', I’m grindin', I do
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| Won’t catch me slippin', man, they just be trippin'
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| They trippin', I tell em to lace up your boots
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| Doing what I want, don’t play by the rules
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| I’m not a teacher, but you can get schooled
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| She not a lightbulb, but she can get screwed
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| He just be lethal when he’s in the booth
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| I don’t know people, I sit with my crew
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| Do get it, my right, no left
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| Oh yes let em know I want some more checks
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| My girl be trippin', I work it out like both flex
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| Your girl keep trippin', be askin' me for more sex
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| Oh, what you wanna do?
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| Tryna get this money, tell em follow me like vamanos
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| Spot em like a domino, Hit 'em with the dummy flow
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| This ain’t the future, you got me shinin' like a dinosaur
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| Do tricks your honor
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| She get the wood acoustic, your honor
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| She act like she don’t do shit, your honor
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| But she walked here like the shoe fits, your honor
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| And those ain’t retro, she blowin' me, ex though, she sit in the Esso
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| Is she with you, cuz I go a prime ape in the chimp too
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| You Charlie errin', this hurricane fixes you
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| So when the cameras rollin', better act right, bitch
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| But side chicks only get the half-pipe, bitch
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| These niggas turn on you than they jack-knife, bitch
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| I protectin' all my green, holla' cacti, bitch
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| (Ahhh)
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| Fit you’re bright, cocaine crack white bitch
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| Get a CAT scan all we see is pussy in you
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| No wonder you out here movin' so cat-like bitch
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| My Negro, I been on my shit though
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| I’m an influenza, you been on your menstrual
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| You ain’t even understand. |
| you ain’t even on your ten toes
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| Boy, I just be sketchin' on your lady with my pencil
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| And so, Eraser broke, but if you raise a ho
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| Imma carve her into stone, Your Michaelangelo
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| Might turn her into a banking roll, turn on the channel ho
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| Never really rode on 4 wheels
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| She can ride a surfboard like a pro still
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| I keep the money on auto like mobile
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| Eat it out the box in the morning like oatmeal
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| Nigga I’m straight. |
| Imma send her home before I hug 3rd base
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| I’m shelf, bitch. |
| Sell like I’m on eBay and niggas want beef like the FDA
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| We could up these stakes, with a side of some Vino Blanco, Torpedo Launch code
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| Close curtains on 'em, I don’t need Article
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| A nigga mile-high like the Denver Broncos
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| I’m so high, they like, «have you see where bob goes?»
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| Pussy weed and Presidents
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| Heard you hatin' on the squad right?
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| Well, suck my dick like its a peppermint
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| Wakin' up to residents, cameras poppin', Serve bands alot
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| and art, Sir Lance-A-thot
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| Beatin up the block, Jay Lambo and Bob
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| 6 Bitches, 3 legs, tarantula
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| But she on the tris on the
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| She speak on her knees, on her knees
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| And I heard her boyfriend getting salty
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| Cuz she keep my cd… |