| My girlfriend fucked me last night in the bed I made a sound like
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| Yea we do it every day, every night, and this so right
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| Like that fool she be tooking to be so tight
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| Half-dressed on my shoulders, now I’m so light
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| Now I got a whip and I’m fissin on my old bike
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| You cat that, already tapped that
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| It’s like a blunt, I hit it and I pass that
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| Now I’m chillin with my wifey, laughin at yo text
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| When I thought you was already past that
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| Look at yo face
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| When I go to the bank and pull out the big faces
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| You lookin so stank
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| You lookin like I could’ve had a piece of that cake
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| You lookin like I should be twerkin that J
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| You feeling like I should be wearing that ring
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| You feeling like I should be marrying that king
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| (Hook)
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| Yea, look at yo face
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| (Look at yo face, look at yo face)
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at your motherfuckin face
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| (Verse)
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| They say a picture’s worth a thousand
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| Thought I was bound out and go back to public housing
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| Made that announcement, we got a new album
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| Niggas is F’in with, I guess I got that raw talent
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| Oh you ‘pposed to be Mr. Fantastic
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| Super sarcastic, classic, the mad rapper
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| Mad chick, mad bitch, magnet
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| Taxin hoes ‘cause you think you wear the higher tax bracket
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| I fashion, you probly into flashin
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| Fast and Furious but your cries is disaster
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| Last I checked though you couldn’t get it crackin
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| This one supposed to be refreshin the babies in the plastic
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| Came through and I smashed it, flipped it
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| Gold medal shit, gymnastic
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| I study for the masters, never frantic
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| Face peach records with Nicholas, niggas we on glasses
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| (Hook)
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at yo face
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| Look at your motherfuckin face
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| (Interlude)
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| Ha ha, you supposed to be ice cold ha?
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| Look at yo fuckin face
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| You sittin over there following me on Twitter
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| You looking and you wathing me
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| Nigga we moving Eunice over here
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| Look at you now
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| If anybody is next to this nigga
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| Look at his fuckin face
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| We talkin about you nigga
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| You know who you are
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| Look at yo fuckin face
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| (Verse)
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| Yea, V squared, deli venom
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| I been killing these niggas since the beginning
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| Lyrical penicillin, rap jack Johnson
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| Flow so cold, I got em froze at the consuls
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| I been the shit since I repped with the uncs
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| The icon, die one, urban legend
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| Of the Windy City since I been throwing up the fen
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| I’ve been killing in ciphers, it ain’t been tray
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| (Look at yo face)
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| You niggas know that but act like you forgot
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| For that graphic memory you better roll that
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| See hate gravitates, it can leave you stuck
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| While you was fucked twice I was blowing up the smoke
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| (Look at yo face)
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| Ascend it like an angel
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| It’s my time to rain, get your raincoat niggas
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| You pray to prey from my downfall
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| And you got to salute to the general
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| Look at yo face! |