| Pop a Perc' and I black out
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| Fuck it, I’m blowing her back out
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| WWE if she fuckin' with me
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| Put the pussy on SmackDown, gang, gang, gang, gang
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| And this not a trap house
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| I’m in a condo, you know I’m up now
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| I don’t know how to use a computer
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| But trust me, bitch, I bring the MAC out, gang, gang, gang, gang
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| I’m with an e-girl, this not an e-date
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| I pop these pills, fall asleep for like three days
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| Up all night on a motherfuckin' school day
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| Cheese on my head like I’m playin' for Green Bay
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| I fell asleep on September first
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| Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day
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| Turn that blick sideways, let it rip like a fucking Beyblade
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| I just got back from Paris, watch my money go up off a fuckin' exchange rate
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| I don’t claim gang, but I got two dicks on me every goddamn day, ayy, gang, gang
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
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| That’s seven days a week, you pussy niggas weak
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| And I’m 'bout to feast, bitch give me brain like a geek
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| Freeze, police
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| Bitch, I ain’t stopping for shit
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| You gon' have to shoot me, on God
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| I got an Uzi, extended the clip
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| Now that shit is tall, Lil Uzi
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| Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck
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| Those are not hickeys, they bruises
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| Look at my bag, it’s Louis
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| I get more neck than a motherfuckin' crewneck, on God
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| My numbers went up, how he do that?
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| I’m on your block making noise like a jazz band, ba-na-na-na-na (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Paint my nails and bitch-smack the piss out a nigga
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| He thought I was soft, why? |
| Whip Megatron
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| This bitch suck my dick when she heard what it cost, on God
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| Blicky and Becky at prom
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| She shake her ass on my motherfuckin' Glock
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| Um, pause, I got the sauce
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| Stand on my money, I look like The Rock, gang
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| Let me hear that shit one time |