| See the thing is
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| If I slapped you in the face with my dick still
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| Couldn’t even tell me what a king is!
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| Been working my poems off my fingers
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| Cigarette Smell
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| Still Linger
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| On my finger tips I ain’t hearing lip
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| You Dingus!
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| I’m Charles Mingus reincarnated
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| We all faded and far from making
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| But look
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| What I orchestrated
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| World on the meals suck the whores I dated
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| Did them dirty but I fucked them clean
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| I’m proud I’m thinking out loud if you know what I mean
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| She pride what she know dude
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| Miss cure who
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| Baby boo who
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| Watch that corny rhymes on Hulu thinking that it’s Youtube
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| I’m coocoo
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| He don’t fuck with me
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| Cause he know you in love with me
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| Down for my company and I’m just tryna run my company
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| Mom says they ain’t touching me
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| Like oh so close ya all these hoes
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| Doin' breast strokes but you’re the one that missed the boat
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| Ain’t this what you wanted?
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| Oh you like to play your games, baby
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| Is the chase what you wanted?
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| Well hows it fucking taste baby
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| I’m on. |
| I’m good. |
| You’ll never do better
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| You’ll never do better than this
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| I’m on. |
| I’m good. |
| You’ll never do better
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| You’ll never do better than this
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| Not the nigga you can curve then rekindle with
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| Pockets bigger and she heard now she into it
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| How you figure I react when all they way back then said I wasn’t worth hittin'
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| it
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| I ain’t got the time I’m on my hustle
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| Don’t send your girls try to find out what I’m up to
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| When I said fuck you, Bitch I meant fuck you
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| Swearing that I love you, but you ain’t got enough proof!
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| I think your even better lost
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| What is it to get across
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| Traded in a Jag for a better Porsche
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| You running Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
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| Thinking that your someone that I’ll settle for
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| You’re lucky that I took you out!
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| You want change better look through the couch!
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| Cause now I gotta bad guy and which means I wouldn’t piss on fire to put you
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| Out! |
| Bitch |