| You the type to do something to rap about it
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| I’m the type to do nothing and laugh about it
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| Cult reppin', Brick Pelly clique kid ask about it
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| All I do is sag and that’s about it
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| And if you wanna know the names Jevay, it starts with a J
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| I meant what I said about Asics trainers back in the day
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| I didn’t ask to be this handsome but hey
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| They should build a splab in my name and pass it this way, yey
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| Standing at the buffet, type to trip your bitch as she tries to catch the
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| bouquet
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| Yeah your rhymes were the shit, for a laugh with my mates, it saddens to say
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| Still better than a slap in the face, ey yo
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| I never owned a pair of Rockports, put my perfections on show cause I ain’t got
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| flaws
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| If it involves whores, blunts and rum then I’m board
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| Spare me the God talk Vicor, I gave your misses what for
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
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| So I, put me whole hand in your ear hole and squeeze your brain dry |
| Me and whoever the best is are the same guy
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| I do it like only a thug could, I don’t look good for me age, I just look good
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| Your ride or dies wheels are clamped, speeding past sounding like a broken
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| Peavey amp
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| Now I’m in Cashies with a Genies lamp cause I blew me wishes on beak and dank,
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| with Peter and Frank
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| What ya saying? |
| Silence when you speak to the champ
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| Blast a Mercedes, cruising down the street in a tank
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| I’m laughing and I haven’t even been to the bank
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| Hip-Hops alive and you’ve got Leezus to thank
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| For rebuilding it from a pile of bones
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| Broken side alone, existential crisis loans
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| Holy kettle water in me hot toddy
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| Neanderthal brain with a God body
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up
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| I’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
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| Rappers are whack, shut the fuck up |