| Bitch!
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| A eat the pussy like my last meal, uh
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| Kill cam homie, got the last kill, uh
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| Ho’s eatin' nuts like cashews, uh
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| Hash slinging slasher, bitch
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| Ayy (Bitch!)
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| Relax
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| I don’t got cable, but I’m really in my prime time
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| Dime time, Chris Paul dishin' out the dimes like
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| My lines, this tall flippin out my mind
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| I missed your call, I’m skipping through the timeline
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| This time I might prove I’m the greatest ever to do it
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| I’m with Scotty ever since 3rd grade, been dynamic duo
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| Sweet dick and lil' shorty wanna lick it like a churro
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| Keep hits in the vault, keep the lower burroughs
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| Heat shit, nigga, eat shit
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| You can’t be shit
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| Mean bitch tryna eat lick on my meat stick
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| Big bitch say she need dick, told her beat it
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| No 2020 on my vision, I can’t see shit
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| 3rd grade, nigga, never wanna get picked
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| Big shit what you getting if a nigga talk shit
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| Get hit, nigga, now I’m chilling with the big kids
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| Get hipped cause a nigga really finna get lit
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| I made a sacrifice, just pass the mic
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| It’s facts the guy with half the time gets past the rhyme |
| In fact, he might get back in line, if that’s alright with you
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| The way I pack the rhymes is rather fine
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| I’d rather die than act 'cause I’m a mastermind
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| With faster lines in that, combine a few
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| I take a bath and die, then crack my spine
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| It’s after 9, I had to find it after night
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| He actin' like the afterlife is true
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| It’s not, it’s cap divine, it’s actual lies
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| I actualize the rapper mind, it’s wack
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| The climate back to find 'cause I’m the kinda dude-
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| -To be picky about the life I was gifted by nobody
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| It’s tricky, I’ve slipped a lot up in a room, don’t think about it
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| But give me another trial for the decisions that I’ve done
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| I’m messing up a lot, I be wishing submissions crowned 'em
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| I’d get even with the guy who had the mission had me part of
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| I’d get even more about it as I get up out the town and
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| Its too malicious walk around without a stick and you a clown
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| And if you suspicious, got the dot up on my hip
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| Bitch!
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| I’ma eat the pussy like my last meal, uh
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| Kill cam homie, got the last kill, uh
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| Ho’s eatin' nuts like cashews, uh |
| Hash slinging slasher, pussy nigga, I’ma slash you, uh
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| Pussy ass niggas, I should slap you
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| Why you talking hard when yo' real name Matthew? |
| Uh
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| Even if you up, I’ll surpass you, uh
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| Even if you-, uh
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| (Ayy!)
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| I’m the real Dirty Dan, you can’t deny it
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| And everybody be bitchin' 'bout my name up in private
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| Like, look at my numbers, yeah I be winning, you should try it
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| Everybody know my songs, now all the fires private
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| Keep a stick, pump
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| Uzi, you a chump
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| Everybody be blastin' my music all around the globe
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| From the dirty, dirty south, so you know I keep a pole
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| God damn, alright, it’s a bakery with this dough
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| (Ayy) Actin' like a bitch, I’ll call you Squidward, uh
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| Yellow diamonds drippin, call me Big Bird, uh
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| Bitch, I’ma slash you, like a point guard
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| Hash slinging slasher, pussy bitch, you is not hard, uh
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| Runnin' up these numbers, like a trackstar, uh
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| You a little stupid, you a retard, uh
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| Eyes like an eagle, I can see far
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| Snuck your ass up, throw your body in the deep part
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| Uh, bitch
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| Eeh-eeh-eeh, DolphinBoyz up in this bitch |
| Ooh, ayy |