| He saw, she saw, we saw our faces in the morning paper
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| I sign, you sign, who sign and still won’t see no 40 acres
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| See, I was taught how to survive around some older players
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| More behavior spotted at the door when I ignore the favors
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| They poison free lunches and brunches of the hungry thirsty
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| So i’m disrespectful rock a Jordan jersey
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| Lord have mercy
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| I hope he don’t curse me, strike me down with lightning
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| Archetype of sparking mics, we smoking from the highest heights
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| I’m so enticing to your wife, I think that’s sort of trifling
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| Think you should handle that and leave me to my own devices
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| Darkness can be so enlightening… when you think of it
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| Emphasize to spark a five on it like a bengal chip
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| If young jawn come on that single ready to mingle tip
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| So skittles with smoke signals only a chief would get
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| Ass might get typecasted, won’t even need a script
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| Karma in the Hotel Rwanda now she a cheetah bitch
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| The whip is black, the seats is mustard
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| The moon is full, the night is young
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| So I’m looking for bitches in little dresses
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| You know the ones that stop at the mid-thigh, I been fly
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| Plus I’m smoother than mixed drinks so it’s nothing
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| One hand on top the wheel as I’m trucking
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| And the other got a blueberry muffin, and I’m stunting
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| Mr. Knievel ain’t got shit on me, half a P
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| I toss five and I sit on three
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| Getting high without the brake lights, great whites
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| Slanging great white, fucking great white bitches
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| You know they ain’t nice, except when they talking to me
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| Might be bugged, we don’t talk in the V
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| Take it easy on the dialogue, firearm
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| Just so I could bare the song
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| Looking like a creep with my hoodie on
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| Violence make my woody long
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| Hand-woven drawers just to keep it warm
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| Made out of wool with the light itch, nigga |