| I’m in the crib butt naked bitch
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| She said my dick could be the next black president
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| Americans hate the I’m American
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| Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
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| Uh, I’m in the ocean getting shark pussy
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| Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me
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| Sometimes I need someone to talk to
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| Cause I Am Not A Human Being… Part Two
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| Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
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| Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools
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| My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
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| Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
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| Uh, whatcha man doing?
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| I pop his muthafuckin' top like a canned good
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| And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed
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| And last night I took a transformer
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| And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron
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| But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons
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| Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
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| P-U-S-S-Y… my second home
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| I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe
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| She say «Tunechi you the shit, you need your ass wiped»
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| I say «Before you gas me up, check the gas price»
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| Then I make her take this dick like advice
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| She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
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| I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids
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| Jose Canseco, make no mistake
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| Like a white boy wearing black paint
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| You’re a fake ass nigga
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| Break pads nigga… wait
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| You ain’t in my weight class nigga
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| Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror
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| Runnin' this shit like a faucet… Farrah
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| Barra… cuda, who the fuck you are?
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| I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her
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| Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
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| 90 billions bitches on my dick like a skewer
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| That’s swag, I’m a True Blood, bitch no fangs
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| Been went pro, now I’m going propane
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| Tell the bitch get off me, bitch get off me
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| I got her over here blowing me like coffee
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| Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
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| And I get head while it’s decapitated
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| Think it’s a game nigga come play
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| I’m with my killer bees, fuck bug spray
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| Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers
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| It’s so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal
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| Shoot 'em in his head, what’s that? |
| A no brainer
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| Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm
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| I wear my heart on my sleeve so don’t be breakin' my arm
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| I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm
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| I dream to meet a serial killer that’ll bring me alone
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| Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
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| Fuck with me, ya ass is grass… get a lawn chair
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| I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair
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| Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air
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| Man, nuts and bananas
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| You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
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| If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
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| No rubber… I just fucked this piano
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| Nigga |