| Antwon came swaggier than most
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| White people love me like chipped beef on toast
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| I coast with the ghost smell of nectarines
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| The truth with the saber-tooth; |
| Victor Creed
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| Black and brown people puttin' they faith in me
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| Down the bill which up just please have weed
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| Came with the dutchy nigga had to scheme
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| But a nigga so cozy, smoke weed, and scary dreams
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| Nigga, I’m barely seen
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| A nigga touch my face, his whole team bleed
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| These niggas want beef, but they say it on Tumblr
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| So what that make you, motherfucker?
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| (Half-dead, motherfucker!)
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| I got weed on me
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| No you don’t, stop
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| I got cocaine on me
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| You’re gonna get me in trouble
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| I’m on probation, nigga
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| No!
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| And I smoke weed too, nigga, what’s up
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| No, mom, don’t listen to 'twon
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| Nobody has cocaine on 'em and I never do anything wrong, 'kay?
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| She’s always so suspicious, lurking kittydothedishes
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| It’s the business, so why you wanna witness
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| The innocence I assassinate with rings up in my cartilage?
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| A yard I bring the boys to, I don’t need a guardian
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| To keep me in the party dress I started in
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| The yellow with the polka dots
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| 'twon, can you teach me how to smoke a pot?
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| But I been runnin' yellow lights
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| And making sure that everything I type, I fuckin' spell it right
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| And learnin' how to blur out all my cellulite
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| And write about how bad I wanna have a Cinderella night
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| So I can make a frog a prince and
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| The audience has always got a sprinkle
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| Of bitches that I wanna pinch and
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| Wanna punch 'em in their stupid face
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| But I’m busy rappin' Super Bass
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| In the passenger seat, and if you’re passing on me
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| My pack of backup’ll be cracking your teeth
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| And you’ll be smacking your lips
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| And I’ll be laughin' while they’re ashing their cigs
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| Out of the back of my whip 'cause
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| I bes the DDs, no weaving in and out
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| And never, ever speeding
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| Scout’s honor mama, scout’s honor, Mom!
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| I’ll never get in trouble, Mom I love ya |