| I don’t need no propaganda
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| I just do this shit
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| Twenty inch blade full of aids
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| It’s going through your wrist
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| I bet you you’re gon' die
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| Cuz we some lunatics
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| We’ll get you chopped and screwed
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| For talking shit
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| Ain’t talking Ludacris
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| Kraven ain’t the best
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| Now that’s some foolishness
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| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth
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| To ever do this shit
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| My teachers weren’t surprised
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| I was the coolest kid
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| Now I’m making money
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| Like a king
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| I guess I’m ruling shit
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| I don’t get fatigued
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| I’m getting smashed a lot
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| Pop a transformer
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| Now I feel like I’m an astronaut
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| I’m the best believe
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| Your just an afterthought
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| I be getting booty
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| You just fruity
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| Like an apricot
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| Bitch get on your knees
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| You aim to please
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| Forget the rest
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| Yeah I heard he’s talking shit
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| I’ll leave an oval in his chest
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| Please enjoy your final breath
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| Yeah Mr. Kraven sends his best
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| I don’t whip it on the stove
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| I grab the dope then I caress
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| I be on the scene
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| They after me
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| I need a decoy
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| All my homies strapped
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| They looking like they about to deploy
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| Independent slut
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| I watch her strut
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| Yeah she don’t need boys
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| I heard she into dikes
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| I bet my bike
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| That she got three toys
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| At least
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| Thirty for a key
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| Now that’s a piece
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| The people say I’m sick
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| I’m sick as fuck like a disease
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| Eight hundred for a feat
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| Yeah that’s the price if you want me
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| I’ll send you to Belize
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| I’ll pay a fee
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| To watch you bleed
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| I don’t need no propaganda
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| I just do this shit
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| Twenty inch blade full of aids
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| It’s going through your wrist
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| I bet you you’re gon' die
|
| Cuz we some lunatics
|
| We’ll get you chopped and screwed
|
| For talking shit
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| Ain’t talking Ludacris
|
| Kraven ain’t the best
|
| Now that’s some foolishness
|
| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth
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| To ever do this shit
|
| My teachers weren’t surprised
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| I was the coolest kid
|
| Now I’m making money
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| Like a king
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| I guess I’m ruling shit
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| I’m just tryna fuck
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| Are you down for the cause
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| I love the way that ass clap
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| Like a round of applause
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| No Waka Flocka
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| But that pussy flame
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| Spray the propane
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| Scream out my name
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| When I stick my dick
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| Right into your frame
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| Yeah you know
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| I got a potty mouth
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| Please wash it with soap
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| I love a girl that flaunts her body
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| Like she out on a boat
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| She getting choked
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| And I ain’t swimming
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| But believe I’m a stroke
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| Yeah she’ll be there when I wake up
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| Yeah she ain’t leaving a note
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| Cuz she gon wanna stay with me
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| Until the next morning
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| I’m balling out at 23
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| Like I’m the next Jordan
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| I’m looking for these lil jokers
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| Like I’m James Gordon
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| Bitch they bringing cameras out
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| Because I’m important
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| My dope be so damn potent
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| Cuz that shit is imported
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| I like to whip the dope
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| Choke
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| Then we keep smoking
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| I beat the pussy up
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| I make sure that I keep it soaking
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| And after we get done
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| She think that both her legs are broken
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| I don’t need no propaganda
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| I just do this shit
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| Twenty inch blade full of aids
|
| It’s going through your wrist
|
| I bet you you’re gon' die
|
| Cuz we some lunatics
|
| We’ll get you chopped and screwed
|
| For talking shit
|
| Ain’t talking Ludacris
|
| Kraven ain’t the best
|
| Now that’s some foolishness
|
| I’m the greatest rapper on this earth
|
| To ever do this shit
|
| My teachers weren’t surprised
|
| I was the coolest kid
|
| Now I’m making money
|
| Like a king
|
| I guess I’m ruling shit |