| Yeah motherfucker, Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch
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| Comin' at ya with that real
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| Let me put it down on all these hoes, ya heard me? |
| Ayy
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| Sewers to the slums where I’m from, yeah, I’m gettin' dumb
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| Yeah I’m feelin' numb when that herb fill up in my lungs
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| My swagger actin' foul, blackin' out
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| Roofie up my absinthe in the club, before I stagger out
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| Live or die, I’d rather take the latter route
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| Take the ladder route
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| Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
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| There’s no need to drag it out
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| 28 grams, gotta bag ‘em out
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| Standin' in the rain feelin' bad about
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| The mommas losin' jobs over the rocks
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| That I be passin' out in vast amounts
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| As fast as I can trash an ounce
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| The first to come, the last to bounce
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| Countin' benjies put the block into a frenzy
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| The Glock is my appendage I will pop you out the Bentley
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| Never catch a player actin' friendly
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| Talkin' to the devil like he sent me
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| Bitch!
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| Boy
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| If you got big guns throw 'em up
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| Break that ho, split that dutch
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| Stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| Got some scribbles let 'em know
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| Stack yo money, sniff that blow
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| Tell me how that pussy hittin' bitch
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| You know I keeps it low
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| If you got big guns throw 'em up
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| Break that ho, split that dutch
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| Stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| Got some scribbles let 'em know
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| Stack yo money, sniff that blow
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| Tell me how that pussy hittin' bitch
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| You know I keeps it low
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| Yeah motherfucker
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| Still on that real, ya heard me?
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| Street music
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| Lil Ugly Mane, 2012, ya heard me?
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| Fuck all ya hoes, bitch! |