| He in the bed, he play dead like a possum
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| You get snapped like a Lego, now everything awesome
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| Taken off like a flower, but I’m 'bout to blossom
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| You talkin' a lot, but you never be walkin'
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| You often be sleep in the day, like an owl
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| When I’m smokin' that pack, all my dawgs gon' be howling
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| How about that? |
| You can catch me outside, buddy
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| We can get rough in the paint, like a foul
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| I pull up in flagrance, she lovin' my fragrance
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| I do not got enough patience
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| Dread in the day, like a Haitian
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| Dawg with a blade, lik a pagan
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| I can relate to the Asians
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| I can’t rlate to these rappers who got hella clout, but instead they be broke
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| somehow
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| Speakin' like Donald Duck, you talkin' goofy
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| Like Mickey I stay with my goons in the clubhouse
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| Disney, I keep a XD, it got some kick in it
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| She wanna thank me, shawty, don’t mention it
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| I keep an eight on my side, shootin' infinite
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| Got gas me spinnin' like Beyblade, I’m rippin' it
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| Shoutout to, I thought you’d be it
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| Not in a rush
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| He talkin' down, so I think I’m gon' handle with four, five, six |
| Emptyin' clips in his body and face
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| She like how I drip, givin' shawty a taste
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| I don’t crack, but my baby is built like a vase
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| At the mall, coppin' a fit you cAn taste
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| And I ball,
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| And you fall, somethin' like losin' a race
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| All of my diamonds and three in his face
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| Yeah, shots at your face, so nigga, so don’t fuck
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| Guap in the case, I get it and go up
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| She wanna date, forget it, get more bucks
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| Your bitch too fake, I did it with no trust
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| Bet you didn’t notice your shawty a lil' slut
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| Walkin' with a stick on my body, it’s still tucked
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| Gotta pop a Perc and a Molly to feel up
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| Bro said hop out, I hop out like «Kill what?»
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| Bro said hop out, I’m shootin'
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| Said she finna do me right with the mouth, let’s go, bitch
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| where we get to lootin'
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| If I ever took an L, bitch, I’m still pursuin'
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| Bitch, I’m still on go, don’t steal my flow
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| Ain’t a nigga real I know and that’s for sure
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| And if we bein' honest, man, I am a hoe
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| My choppa hit a nigga, blend his cantaloupe
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| I think I got a sickness, need the antidote
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| I think that it’s the fact that I can’t stand a hoe |
| I’m really with some ghosts, don’t need it
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| Pull up in a whip, two-seated
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| Feel like Michael J, I beat it
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| Uh, brrrt, uh, brrrt
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| Up the tech, bitch, on God I ain’t missin'
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| I said I was up next, they ain’t listen
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| Now I bet that they payin' attention
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| And I don’t give a fuck if they beat get quiet, I’m still finna hop on it ramped
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| Make me a sandwich, bitch, get in the kitchen
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| I’m my own god, bitch, I don’t do religion
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| I got a pole on my rod like I’m fishin'
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| You the type of nigga to get caught and start snitchin'
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| Hop on the beat, get to eatin' like chicken
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| I’m in the stu' makin' bread and I’m liftin'
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| I’m flexin' on pussy broke niggas addicted
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| Broke in his gut had that fuck nigga drippin'
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| Don’t give a fuck if she yellin' it’s stuck
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| I cannot save a hoe, I’m a man on a mission
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| Okay, okay, I’ll stop, I’ll stop, I’ll stop |