| Fucked my old flame, where my younger flame?
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| Fucked her watchin' Hunger Games, now she call it hunger pains
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| I just humped her brain, dumped her when the summer came
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| Now her number changed cause I run with other dames
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| My friends always tryna ask me: «When the brotha' change?»
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| That’s when I look a nigga strange like «What's your name?»
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| I did it for the fame, gold piece like Dana Dane
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| Cold chiefs, I’m a warrior, gold teeth might drain your veins
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| And I’ma hide the evidence, damn David Blaine
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| I’m from Seattle so I never had to make it rain
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| Rain rain, go away, ho was kept to throw away
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| Nigga say he fly like me, he must be a stowaway
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| I’ll be back, gon' raid up the stowaways
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| After four days, pop 'em just to show a face
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| Someone do a liquor run, not a sober race
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| He a slower case, poppin' Ps in lowercase
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| Say the flow dark, I just bring shit to the light, bitch
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| I’m in a dark place, I don’t need a lightswitch
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| So dark, I shut 'em down, lightswitch
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| No heart, I spill it on the mic, bitch
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| Apollo swag in my Jeremy Scott Adidas
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| Ladies lose your tops, show them boobs like it’s Mardi Gras
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| I got killer blow, call the shit I do coup de grâce
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| She sniff coco off my nuts like a hula bra
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| I go coocoo for them sluts at the hookah bar
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| Ooh la la, I’m all in her guts with the Ruger on
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| Got a cougar, big ol' pewter on and her coo' the bomb
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| But I really fuck your mom cause her money’s long
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| Don’t ask me shit, I’m usually wrong like the tutor Don
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| I don’t have a heart but I bump that Baracuda song
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| The realest villain, been out here since sabretooth
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| Real lady killer, never mind, Rae Carruth
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| Ask your boo, «Am I the proof?» |
| Ho raise the roof
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| It’s Clark Kent to Superman how I take the booth
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| FUck your views, runnin' circles 'round the bunch of yous
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| They hate a ninja but a turtle didn’t make the ooze |