| Yea
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| You think when you 260 lbs bitches ain’t gonna like you
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| Believe me they gonna like you if you got a high color man
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| And I ain’t even handsome
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| I ain’t handsome
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| I’m just crazy
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| Bitches all wanna get slapped nowadays
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| They want beat up
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| Or passed out drunk and shit facin
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| For all, she got me up
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| I’m recently divorced
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| Fuckin knockin these sluts
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| Might as well sky rocket
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| Churches say know me up, re up, re up
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| I just wanna get high and be up
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| These sluts is grimmy nowadays
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| And the lost 4 lbs for a mothafucka like me
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| I fuck with their physi
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| Dude walk around with respect and criss nikeys
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| They all wanna do the talk just like me
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| Gotta cheque with alota O’s
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| Alotta those hoes wanna trap me up
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| With all those lies
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| When they see the size of the water grow
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| Especially when you’re alcoholic and crazy and you gotta lota flow
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| C’mon, I came up unformidable, unimaginable
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| So girls wanna get fucked by me
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| Gettin stabbed by a bull
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| I’m fucka I’m the shit
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| In the dumb shit, I’m undeniable
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| Fuck the kush I’m the ole G
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| Come and try a pole
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| These bitches all think they’re style
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| But my mothafuckin sky is full
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| The most dangerous drug in the world (pussy)
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| We all know what it is, we all been there (pussy)
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| We all know what it is, we all done it (pussy)
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| We all know what it is, we all do it (pussy)
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| We all run the up in it (pussy)
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| But what about the STDs doesn’t it scare you
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| I threw my caution to the wind with the condom, cause I ain’t careful
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| Every evening at midnight I turn into a werewolf
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| So when dark come bet your bottom dollar I’m gonna scare you
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| I’m a dream and a nightmare too
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| Why do you keep askin me to beat you with your nikey air shoes
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| Why you change your ole style up
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| Rocking my ex wifey’s hair do
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| You tryin to stir ole emotions up
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| Huh, aren’t ya, darlin, nah, ma, mami
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| What the fuck you want me to call you
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| Fuck it I won’t call you at all
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| I hate the sound of the phone ringin
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| That’s my social anxiety disorder
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| I got my own thing
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| And I guess my stress is just impeding my progress
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| I saw your little cousin, smoke weed with her
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| Blew a fuckin seed in her prom dress
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| I got a compex, I’m sorta complex
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| On more drugs than post traumatic stress
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| Vietnam vets, but let’s not take this outta context
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| I’m addicted to pussy so bad that I ain’t got it conscious
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| But let me stop ramblin with all this fuckin nonesense |