| You got this shit out the freezer, bro
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| This shit came cubed
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| Let’s fuck with it — Breeze
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| I gave 'em 2 stars, 5 stars, 4 bad bitches in my car
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| Purple Jag with the windows tinted, and all these niggas wanna get up in it
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| We turned up, and they turnt out
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| How many fingers fit in your mouth?
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| I’m Lamb Chop, let’s play along
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| Now all you freaks come play along
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| I roll with all types — real niggas, real dykes
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| White boys with them yarmulkes
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| Model chicks with a million followers
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| (What a nigga tinna say?)
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| O-o-off
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| I’m in bed alone and my balls cold
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| White powder in both holes
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| Now change your diaper, blow your nose
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| Kingpinning (Ice — ice cold)
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| Nigga kingpinning (Ice — ice cold)
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| Nigga kingpinning (Ice cold)
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| Nigga kingpinning (Ice cold)
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| Nigga, my brain choked
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| This shit feel like my brain broke
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| This shit smell like that dank dope
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| And this money make a nigga feel swank, though
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| You ain’t a bisexual, then this shit here ain’t consensual
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| She brought friends and they all freaks
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| Keisha, Alisha, Keith, Malik
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| I just nutted, I’m cold-blooded
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| My dick stutter like Danny Glover
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| White caps, no softdrinks
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| Salty taste, silk sheets
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| Groupies, they were all there
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| Sluts, they signed those contracts
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| Bud juice in my contacts
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| And my tongue gon' lick off all that
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| Double penetration nation Blanco groupie nasty
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| If you think you’re fast life, nigga, I’m about to pass you |