| I walk in with a pimp strut, yuh
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| Aura saying fuck yo label
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| Probably gonna end up stuck
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| Call me when it’s all too late, bitch
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| I got my own team, yuh
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| Only got me in the room cause
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| I owe a favor to Leno
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| Me and him go back 3 though, digression
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| You know my progression
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| I hope I come off aggressive
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| I get particular
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| When I gotta choose my weapon
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| I made it pretty far
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| Without sucking dick for blessings
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| Cause ya boi straight
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| I got my sight on Pepsi-Cola pussy
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| I’m trying to be a primadonna with a cause
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| Roping up the old folk that keep on
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| Holding pussy, pockets swole with it
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| 9/10 doctors recommend
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| «Keep on keeping on, pussy»
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| Now that ain’t right, no
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| Now that ain’t right, no
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| And I’m a sweetheart to death
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| But don’t tell the powers that be
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| So gimme gimme
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| Blood, sex, magic
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| I need blood, sex & magic, now
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| It’s tragic, y’all
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| I want it all
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| (Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
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| I’m a hat trick
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| Classic fly on the wall
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| (I'm on the wall, I’m on the wall)
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| Ay ay, lemme get a toast
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| I’m hella proud of y’all, you deserve it all
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| Send the accolades, sip ya lemonade
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| I’m with the day ones on the coast
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| Busy calling spades spades
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| Riding round like Kali’s baby
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| Oh yeah, you know it’s wild
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| How it seem to work out
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| I’ve been copacetic
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| With my credits
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| And the throwbacks
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| Feel like Bruce Wayne, swear to God
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| I’m gonna go bats
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| Got me in my bag
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| What it cost to even grow that, yuh
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| I think I’m rotten rotten rotten
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| Trying to get away in my motorcade
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| Where did my soul go
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| I need to know
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| Nobody can know I’m gone
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| Know I’m gone
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| I need what’s mine
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| (Gimme gimme) |