| When shit go wrong they always blame it on Ras
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| Keep that thang on the dash, bitch with my name on her ass
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| Drive-by with the pistol while my feet on the gas
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| All my UK homies call that «bangers and mash»
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| Spit flame for the cash, mangle and spaz out
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| A hypocrite, enjoy throwing rocks from my glass house
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| Forgive me I just lash out
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| Ray’s goggles, I down Jamie and pass out
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| Hong-Kong on flight, the flow Britta
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| Trying to Skrillex shows for mo' skrilla
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| First class, almost send the pilots presents
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| Stewardess close that curtain like «FUCK Y’ALL PEASANTS!»
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| Dick infinite
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| My pen Gillette, you tell her, you ain’t saying shit
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| She kinda indiscriminate
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| Cause when I’m hitting it we enemies with benefits
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| Enemies with benefits
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| Now riddle me this
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| A little old lady stops
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| Hops out a wheelchair on and LaMerk Park
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| If she use a cane to get to the bus stop
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| And gangsta’s drive past, ain’t she doing the Crip Walk?
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| I know, random shit I be thinking 'bout
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| Y’all shitty niggas prairie dogging, just peeking out
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| I’m like Carson’s Batman, put the beacon out
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| 4−5 just keep on keeping south
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| Nigga, the educated hood star
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| Few things I learned, don’t stand behind Suge’s car
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| So honk if you love Jesus
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| Keep texting while driving and you really gon' meet him
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| My ex chick hate my guts
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| But she still get horny and wanna let me fuck (bitch)
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| She kinda indiscriminate
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| Cause when I’m hitting it we enemies with benefits |