| Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
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| On my life, man, fuck’s sake
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| If I did I’d Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
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| My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
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| Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
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| Worried 'bout if my butt fake
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| Worry 'bout ya’ll niggas, us straight
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| These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight
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| When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
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| Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a up-date
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| Hut hut one, hut hut two, big titties, big butt too
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| Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
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| Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
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| Dez hoes couldn’t test me even if they name was pop quiz
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| Bad bitches who I fuck with', mad bitches we don’t fuck with'
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| I don’t fuck with' them chickens unless they last name is cut let
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| Let it soak in like seasoning
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| And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson
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| Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
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| Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
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| Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
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| Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
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| Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
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| Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
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| Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
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| I got my real niggas here by my side, only
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| I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
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| But when that’s over then I’m first in line
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| And the other day in her Maybach
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| I thought God damn, this is the perfect time
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| We had just come from that video
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| You know LA traffic, how the city slow
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| She was sitting down on that big butt
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| But I was still staring at the titties though
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| Yea, low key or maybe high key
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| I been peeped that you like me, you know
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| Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
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| I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
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| I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
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| Yea, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yea
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| Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
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| Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
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| Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
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| Oh, yea, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
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| The NBA players fuck with you
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| The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
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| Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
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| And Nicki if you ever try to fuck
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| Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it
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| (Pinkprint, aye)
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| I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
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| If I did fuck she’d be fucked up
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| Whoever is hittin' ain’t hittin' it right
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| Cause she act like she need dick in her life
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| But that’s another story, I’m no story teller
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| I piss greatness like goldish yellow
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| All my goons so overzealous
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| I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
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| Calendar say I got money for days
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| I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
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| My girlfriend would beat a bitch up if she waved
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| They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
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| My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
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| Don’t have my money? |
| Take mother’s instead
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| You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth
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| Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin
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| I’m talkin' bout running in houses with army guns
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| So think about your son and daughter rooms
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| Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
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| Ain’t thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
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| This shit is crazy, my nigga
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| I been praising, my nigga
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| That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
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| Blood gang take the B off behavior, my nigga
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| For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off
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| I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, nigga
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| Now you see me, nigga, now you don’t
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| Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
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| 16 in the clip, one in the chamber
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| 17 ward bully with 17 bullets
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| My story is how I went from poor me
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| To please pour me a drink and celebrate with me |