| Forensic whipping in court, still considered a sport
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| On the phone. |
| we ball here, I’m watching King of New York
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| Kendrick Sheamus, Tay Swimmer, the greatest I ever saw
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| All team turn sour, niggas trying to get off
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| Caught slipping, blicked the biscuit administered in the court
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| I’m a dog, worst place to get heaters while in the court
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| Pull it hold it my liquors, I’m itching, bank to the court
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| Bitch, I’m whipping, pitching a fig, yelling Kevin Bacon the court
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| You know how I spit em
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| Visits, I’m on the run trying to get to heaven
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| Baby mama problems, every night tryin to fix it
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| Flashin out, flippin, taters, broke every dish in the kitchen
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| The devil living in me, I’m contemplating to end it
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| Spray face in 20 years, but that’s what they try to give em
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| D.R said that I don’t, therefore charging caught with that dealing
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| Back when we was little, the one is a bigger dealer
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| Innocent making faces and they wonder why I ever did em'
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| Whoever think that we grow up and turn off to be killers
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| Barrel extensions, tool it down as it slithers
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| Compact in my jacket even flitchin my hitchin
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| Shot two hard in the heart, my emotions are ruined
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| Too hard to trust I don’t give a fuck, won’t open up to no woman
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| Take my lick and keep pushing, don’t try playing me pussy
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| They all 15 with the ippy, laying down in the bushes
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| Won’t say no name but some saw me get a pound of them cookies
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| TTGATTG, L.I.F.E, I’m with it
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| If shawty bust a pussy hoping no commitment, I sinned it
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| Lord forgive me I’m finnin' I come to you as a sinner,
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| Take all my scars, take my heart turn me into a Christian,
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| Bright nigga, in the payment like my last name was Griffin
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| Popeye his chicken
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| I just want 4 legs and a biscuit
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| I always shoutout my kites, all my niggas, and forces
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| Stuck to the cold
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| Even when the pressure on, we ain’t folding
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| Let’s get it all |