| How we’re out the county? |
| Kush up in a brownie
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| Bastard from a basket, mama wish she never found me
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| Wish she would have drowned me, I grew up hella rowdy
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| Piper then she hound me, now she hella pouty
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| Bitch I’m 'bout it 'bout it, should have never crowned me
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| Nacho P BSBD, this must be like round three
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| Since I am the shit, I’mma write this one on Bounty
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| My head hella cloudy, Robert fuckin' Downey
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| Jr., Seau, but you can come around me
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| Like my belly button, I’mma cop an Audi
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| I’ll be kicking out teeth, I be sticking out B
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| 2 Chainz smoking, drinking like an alky
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| I’m a perfect stranger, my dealer look like Balki
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| Plus your chick just gave me your house key
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| Pistol in my slim fit, don’t be a fucking dimwit
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| Hit you with the 40 cal., you’ll wonder where your limbs went
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| Put your baggage down, why you so intense?
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| Call her Barb Wire, cause she been on the fence
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| Bad guy, hooligan, I am not a gent
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| Smoke a whole quarter — well, waste not a cent
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| Fucking loose ends, rob you for your food stamps
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| Spitting rude raps, Nacho is the new champ
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| I’m a gangster, gone baby gone
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| Bald head, rubbing palms
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| Getting my baby on
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| Feds copping bones, getting the safety on
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| Short dicked pricks, mad that their lady gone
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| I preach free love, so who they hating on?
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| Period came late, well who it waiting on?
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| Hella sugar, Kool-Aid mixed with Avión
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| I be mashing on these hoes, pour the gravy on
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| I think I’m gorgeous — matter fact, I’m radiant
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| I’m public enemy, so who you think you flavin' on? |