| What’s good, brother?
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| Beat 'round the bush and I’ma come around with a bush cutter and look for you
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| You niggas talkin' too much shit
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| I’m about to find a good plumber
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| Y’all lil' niggas is some foot soldiers, I’m a foot fungus
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| You dead, brother
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| I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me, like a red button
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| The gun headbutt you like «Bang, bang, bang, bang»
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| 'Til your heart stop drummin'
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| I shoot you while the sun don’t shine, this a hot summer
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| But fall dawg, I knock a wall off with this sawed-off
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| This bitch sound like a hard cough
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| I’m a wizard with this mothafucka like I went to Hogwarts
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| Cut the hog head and the tail off
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| I’m the nigga bitches put a spell on
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| And once it wear off, then, bitch, don’t touch me like a airball
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| Say slime, I done ate slime, money tall like 8'9″
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| But I’m still starvin' like a skinny model in LA slime, that plate mine
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| Hooded up like Trayvon, no FaceTime
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| I don’t FaceTime with my new thang
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| New Tang clan, like Raekwon, I’m stupid, nigga
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| Dumb, deaf, brazy, cray-cray, blind
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| But I still see in the dark, nigga
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| Dark nigga, Akon
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| I’m on my shit like maggots
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| And they then they grow and they fly
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| Got real bitches with fake asses
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| With real views and fake eyes
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| It’s stupid, I’m stupid
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| I’m out of my Kufi, narcotic abuser
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| No needles, 'cause my pockets balloonin'
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| Your partners is poodles
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| Your bears is cubs, your crocodile’s toothless
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| Titty-fuck your baby mama
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| She breastfeed your child while I do it, I’m stupid
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| Your crocodile’s toothless
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| Titty-fuck your baby mama
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| She breastfeed your child while I do it, I looped it
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| (Mama Mia)
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| I’m out of my Tunechi, I’m mindin' my Tunechi
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| I’m shinin' my Uzi
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| They find 'em, I lose 'em, I’m hidin' out
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| Hopin' I don’t smell like all these fuckin' vaginas I’m douchin'
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| Droppin' these jewels, it’s precious like I’m droppin' my jewelry
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| I’m out of my Gucci, you not on my Gucci, that’s not an exclusive
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| Designers, excuse me, massagers masseuse me
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| Oops, I mean masseuses massage me, I’m gruesome, I’m grimey
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| Turn you and lil' mami, to tuna salami
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| You pukin', she vomit, that’s beautiful science
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| That’s Tune in a Masi', that’s who in a Hyundai
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| You stupid or drowsy? |
| I pew in the 'Gatti
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| Pew, pew and I got 'em, pew, pew and I got 'em
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| Lil' Tunechi a shotta
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| Come through with my shottas, catch you and your thotta
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| Turn a nigga noodle to nada
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| Find it amusin', it’s like it’s a movie
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| This life is a movie, you died in the movie, I write and produce it
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| I cried as I view it, I’m lyin', I’m goofin', I’m tyin' my nooses
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| Lightin' my fluids, ignitin' influence, wait
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| Retire like Ewings, I’m high like I flew in
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| And my wife lookin' Jewish, wait
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| My money look Arabic, blunt lookin' Cuban
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| My eyes look Korean, the coke look Peruvian, wait
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| She European and she from Aruba, she from the States
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| Ass overseas, pussy foreign food, we overate
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| We throw them B’s up high as the moon, suwu in space
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| I come from Mars, but I act like I’m from the Planet of the Apes
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| Mansion with a gate with some nice landscapes, the Atlantic across the way
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| Don’t ask me what I make, I’ma be answerin' all day
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| Got a hammock, I’ma lay with a naked bitch with just a bandana on her face
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| And I just psstt, took off, errr- and landed on her face
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| I cannonballed her face
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| Fuck her to some Diana Ross and faint
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| Damn, I lost the faith
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| Don’t judge me, I took the stand and fought the case
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| You can’t avoid the Drac'
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| Drip Bayless, I’m feelin' Shannon Sharpe today
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| Big rocks in my mouth, can’t remember how many asteroids I ate
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| Your pastor called today, I told him that your casket on the way
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| Now pass the phone to bae
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| I’m bringin' a pole, you dancin' on his grave
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| He faker than the lashes on his babe, I’m like lashes on a slave
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| I’m ashin' on his head
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| He ain’t got no credit and his Apple Card is dead
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| What’s in your wallet?
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| (Mama Mia)
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| Funeral |