| Just a big boy
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| With a big bike
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| And a big bitch
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| With a big tight
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| Got my lips poked
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| Cause I sip life
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| Tell me when to go, got to get this right
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| Well I finna know cause it look just like
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| Limping and inching as if
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| As an infant
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| I’m distant, yet instant
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| Simultaneously — explain this to me
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| Maybe that’s famous to be or
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| Maybe that ain’t, but we’ll see
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| Pick something, stick something in it
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| With the engine running
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| One hundred, two hundred
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| Three hundred miles on an empty stomach
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| I’m on it, been on it
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| Y’all just ain’t in on it yet
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| Sho' nuff it’s on the fence
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| Of the wrong home
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| If it’s fixed or it fits
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| So hence, I’m exempt going:
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| Pussy in my lap
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| Bird in the sack
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| Fur in my cap
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| Fur, fur in my cap
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| Exactly, go on and dap me
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| Whether that be at a track meet
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| Or actually, right here in back of me
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| If y’all catching the beat, then I’m glad to be-
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| Lieve in a thing called happening
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| But naturally, that ain’t happily-
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| Ever-after, might last a week
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| In fact, it seems too fast to be
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| Bad to me, that could mean
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| One or two screws unfastening |
| That’s blasphemy or fascinating
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| Depending on how I go about debating
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| It stands without saying — since I was finna
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| Not to be biased or the slightest sentimental
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| But if I ain’t talking 'bout shooting things you could think
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| I was shootin blanks, 'til I sink in a little yelling:
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| Pussy in my lap
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| Bird in the sack
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| Fur in my cap
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| Fur, fur in my cap
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| I’m trying to told you
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| But y’all is getting older
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| And getting closer to never getting over —
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| While I keep on getting swoller
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| Pretty soon, I’ll leave this boulder
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| While boasting my boldest blues
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| To boost me into an orbit
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| Forging the course of the future
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| As an institution of proven truth
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| Or at least its ruins
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| Until I’m ruined
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| Yet that’s assuming that my seam’s undoing
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| And while it seems inhuman
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| I do intend to pursue this end
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| As a means of tuning in through the lens
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| Of the newest trends
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| And I got that latest, latest
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| Tasteless made in my homeboy basement
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| With an 808 bass kick to fade
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| The whip into shades of make-up
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| For the sake of making a face
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| With a blanket statement |
| In place of a major facelift
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| In layman’s terms
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| Let us learn by saying:
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| Pussy in my lap
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| Bird in the sack
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| Fur in my cap
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| Fur, fur in my cap |