| I match my niggas but I still feel niggaless
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| I’m the black Caesar, my fade like Caligula’s
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| Just got on my feet like I fractured my fibulas
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| Finally got some paper and mashed on the frivolous
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| Chivalry is dead, put that ass on my stimulus
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| Give my dick a kiss then I mash on your mini miss
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| Hope your nigga spin and crash off the skinny cliff
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| Get a whiff of this, probably half think I’m Jimmy Cliff
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| Smokin' good kush, that’s if you catch my drift
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| Wearin' Marty McFlys, I smash on that nigga Biff
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| I didn’t win it, 'til I nigga rigged it
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| Rap’s Tony Bennett, bony, ignant, OG, bigot
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| If her booty’s big enough I’d probably do a midget
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| Just throw her in my kitchen, like ooh that’s fuckin' bitchin'
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| I snatch her by her weave, bust a good one in her kitchen
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| Now she need a perm, I ain’t even ask permission
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| Ho said she never comin' back, I said, «I hope not»
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| Pussy batter ram like an '89 dope spot
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| 8, 8, '89 dope spot
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| 8, 8, '89 dope spot
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| She’ll suck your cock but she’ll also do blow off it
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| Fuck hot topic bitch I’m so off topic
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| I’ma chop shop it, drop top it, pop pop it
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| Drink this molotov cocktail, dog stop it
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| Fuck Toby, it’s Nacho Kente
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| Fucked every female and your fam machete
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| And I don’t speak Spanish but damn I leche
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| Any lil' bitch’s trust fund that let me
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| And I don’t take vitamins or eat my veggies
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| Just stay in her vajayjay just like a wedgie
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| Got drunk and started rantin', somethin' like Ray J
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| Said it’s the money team, bitch, roll up or get away
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| These niggas catchin' Zs like they’re Zorro The Gay Blade
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| These suckers say they’re wavy, couldn’t surf on my brain wave |