| I’m the master, I’m the boss, I’m the sensei
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| And you was kissin' on that bitch, how my dick taste?
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| I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I’m in shape
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| And I done got my muscle up, boy I don’t lift weights
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| You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes
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| Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face
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| And nigga, y’all can keep the streets, I love to get paid
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| And I don’t fuck with Android, I need the Ben Franks
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| Nigga, you will end up missed, off a mistake
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| And we the only reason broke niggas skip states
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| Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame
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| If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake
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| 5'10″, but stand tall like I’m 6'8″
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| Turn her to a super freak, like I’m Rick James
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| And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains
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| Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I’m in six lanes (Bitch)
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| Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused
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| Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I’ma blow it
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| All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em
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| Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don’t condone it
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| Moncler on, winter time, when it’s snowin'
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| We ain’t cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit
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| Got her pussy wet off these words, I’m a poet
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| But if she got hair on that pussy, I don’t want it
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| Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen
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| Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin'
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| Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden
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| Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra
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| Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin'
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| Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin'
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| Hit it from the back, leave her fuckin' back broken
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| All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em
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| Nigga
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| And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard
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| I just took the dub in the backyard
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| Never leave the stick, nigga, that part
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| And I know that you a bitch nigga at heart
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| Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole
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| Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul
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| Don’t put your love in that bitch, they come and go
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| Sent some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled
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| High as fuck behind the wheel with no control
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| Put that Corvette in track, I’m switchin' modes
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| Couldn’t keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron
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| And I don’t smoke woods, just joints and cones
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| Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug
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| On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum
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| All my niggas uppin' sticks, we don’t go ones
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| SOB, RBE, it’s the gang or none |