| Gang, gang, gang, gang
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| The only reason I’ll let you live because you sorry alive
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| And if I see you in my city, make sure you come check in twice
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| I can’t remember why these people always believe the lie
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| But I’m the greatest asian rapper ever to be alive
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| And if you disagree just dig a hole, lay down, and go die
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| I’m gon' be rich and all my niggas gon' have on suit and ties
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| And if you talk down the ting gon' bring the heat, let’s go and fight
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| You is so stupid pussy boy you do not care 'bout your life
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| Okay, I fuck her and leave her
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| I wanted a threesome
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| That bitch wasn’t legal
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| But I am not legal
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| She wanted a feature
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| But I had to teach her
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| To suck it and squeeze it
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| That bitch is bulimic
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| Okay, I fuck her and leave her
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| I wanted a threesome
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| That bitch wasn’t legal
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| But I am not legal
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| She wanted a feature
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| But I had to teach her
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| To suck it and squeeze it
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| That bitch is bulimic
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| Oou, undercover with the Rick
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| And he on
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| Zipper, she grab on my dick
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| My dick’ll back up and park
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| 30-round came with a drum for real
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| I cannot kid or stunt for real
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| Percocet, popping these mollies and pill
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| Roll down, rollie, I don’t rock no grill
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| AP, I get chills
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| Eight feet, get spilled
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| Six feet, quick kill
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| Wrist, check on me like a doc
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| Fuckin' that hoe and her mama
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| Cookin' up just like Betty Crocker
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| Puttin' niggas in the trash, trash bag
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| These niggas be stealin' swag, swag, swag
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| Came for the cat, cat, cat
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| Hoe you be tat, tat, tat, oou
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| Let the mac blast
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| Blowin' the gas bag
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| Okay, I fuck her and leave her
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| I wanted a threesome
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| That bitch wasn’t legal
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| But I am not legal
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| She wanted a feature
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| But I had to teach her
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| To suck it and squeeze it
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| That bitch is bulimic
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| I am predator, just like hyena
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| Yo bitch off the loud like we just smoked some speakers
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| I think that I’m hot, like I just caught a fever
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| So I keep a liter of lean in the freezer
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| How does she back it up, she must have a reverse camera, from Alabama
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| It was your momma, then I met your auntie out in Atlanta
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| She hit the folks on my dick for a Fanta
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| No, I’m Dirty Dan!
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| I’m rich and degenerate
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| Fuck you if that flag you got is confederate
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| I let yo' bitch fuck if she pay ya' settlement
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| Okay, I fuck her and leave her
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| I wanted a threesome
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| That bitch wasn’t legal
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| But I am not legal
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| She wanted a feature
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| But I had to teach her
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| To suck it and squeeze it
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| That bitch is bulimic
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| Okay, I fuck her and leave her
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| I wanted a threesome
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| That bitch wasn’t legal
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| But I am not legal
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| She wanted a feature
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| But I had to teach her
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| To suck it and squeeze it
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| That bitch is bulimic
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| Babygirl, look at the kicks
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| Gucci, don’t step on my kicks
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| Sippin' codeine like I’m sick
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| Cream soda the lean that I mix
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| Niggas be dissin' they no
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| Niggas they really be Urkels
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| Grippin' the chopper I hurt you
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| I don’t need no squares in my circle
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| Fuckin' that bitch from the back, oou
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| Diamonds they froze, I feel cool
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| Sippin the purple oven, oou
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| Bitch she lookin', she’s hella cute
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| Bob the Builder, I stay with the tool |