| Hi darling
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| I heard you wanna
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| Sleep with Kraven
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| You know I’m charming
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| I keep these rappers
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| In my basement
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| You know I’m carving
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| Off their faces
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| I ain’t patient
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| You know I’m starving
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| Bitch you basic
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| Never playing
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| You know I’m starting
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| I’m never off
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| The fucking bench
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| I don’t need to stretch
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| I’m trained to go
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| To be the best
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| Bitch yes
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| I just want the world
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| And nothing less
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| Mastermind the flex
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| I’m overcoming every test
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| I’m just a molly walking
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| Jolly talking
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| Heir to the thrown
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| I got no hair in my comb
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| I light a flare to your dome
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| You know when
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| Every time I spit
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| It’s like a bear in your home
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| Yeah I’m just tearing up the joint
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| Like I don’t care to be stoned
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| I got a bad bitch at home
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| But when she’s with me she’s badder
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| She know I’m headed to the top
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| Bitch I don’t need me a ladder
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| I will not lend a helping hand
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| I’ll kick you down till you splatter
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| My diagnosis looks like wonderland
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| Please call me Madd Hatter
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| I need some help momma
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| I’m thinking Kraven gone crazy
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| She need a belt momma
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| My bitch be whippin a baby
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| I love myself momma
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| Cuz most these people turn shady
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| Call Scott Van Pelt momma
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| I’m thinking about dropping eighty
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| I feel like Kobe in this bitch
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| Cuz I don’t share shit
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| I’ll sign a prenup in this bitch
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| Man fuck this marriage
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| I want a Rarri filled with roses
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| Fuck your carriage
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| SKitz Houdini
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| I make pussy rappers parish
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| Hi darling
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| I heard you wanna
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| Sleep with Kraven
|
| You know I’m charming
|
| I keep these rappers
|
| In my basement
|
| You know I’m carving
|
| Off their faces
|
| I ain’t patient
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| You know I’m starving
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| Bitch you basic
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| Never playing
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| You know I’m starting
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| Walk up in my house
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| Pussy galore
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| Yeah you know I’m about to score
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| Just add them points
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| Up on the board
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| I don’t date if she a whore
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| But I won’t fuck her if she bored
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| If she’s boring there’s the door
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| I pop a xan and then I snore
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| I don’t talk that shit
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| But I’m the shit when I talk
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| I keep that stick when I walk
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| I’ll line your body with chalk
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| I feel like I just lost my mind
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| Please let me know if it’s caught
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| Don’t tell a soul if you saw it
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| Right there’s a line but don’t cross
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| I know you horny baby
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| You know that I’m the top scorer
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| These rappers corny baby
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| I’ll introduce them to horror
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| Yeah they don’t know I’m crazy
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| But they gon find out for sure
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| I’m turning bodies into mannequins
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| My house like a store
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| Please don’t dap me up
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| Because I am not friends with ya
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| I’m like a giant to you bitches
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| My shit can’t fit ya
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| I want fuck but you just suck
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| So girl I can’t tip ya
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| So when you leave
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| Call me Curry
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| Girl I just can’t miss ya
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| Hi darling
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| I heard you wanna
|
| Sleep with Kraven
|
| You know I’m charming
|
| I keep these rappers
|
| In my basement
|
| You know I’m carving
|
| Off their faces
|
| I ain’t patient
|
| You know I’m starving
|
| Bitch you basic
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| Never playing
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| You know I’m starting |