| Mhm, Mhm
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| Xan with that lean is the combination, forever
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| You lil' bitch
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| And this goes to my bout it hoes and my niggas
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| My SS savages are my killers
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| And them crackers that tried to put me on papers when they drinking
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| So stop acting I’ll be your big break off of you, broke nigga
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| Because when I see you its all smiles and laughs like the opening credits
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| So make that trunk thunderclap and I bet that you was gon' condensate
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| And I make it rain, and I can handle it
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| Florida Boy I done dealt with hurricanes, shit
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| And you was thick fine hustle, no pants but knock the ash off
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| And run yourself a mineral bath while me and Purrp in the bathsalt
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| She takes the twitpic’s, I can tell from her avatar that she suck dick
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| Talkin' fire Legend of Korra ass niggas get me out my element (shit)
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| KDia pocket tee, don’t drag mud on my bitches name tag
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| So I’mma snap if my shone cover-up (?)
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| Cancel paper out the black, prescription pad up in my glass
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| Cancer in my lungs my nigga, rest in peace (?)
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| You mighty mouse niggas taking cheese from the trap
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| I see your ass is into some Ti$a, but a nigga can’t afford this Stray Rats, shit
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| Fuck you, fuck your clique, fuck your momma, I raped your bitch
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| Fuck with me, get your ass popped trying to fuck with Screech
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| I’m in a M3
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| And you ain’t sippin' lean that shits from Walgreens
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| Look like a white back drop when I lit off 10 shots in my Tallgeese
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| Me and my connect has done some business
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| I put my chickens with his biscuits
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| And that’s and eye for an eye considering that these bitches is watching
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| Grown man and they know to look a real nigga in his eye
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| Hoping that all these chicken heads give up breast and thighs for Kentucky Fried
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| And I don’t fuck with the plugs from out of town
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| I only move work back home
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| And take my keys go fill my prescription
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| If that’s my connect don’t answer the phone, no no, no
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| I tell em' I ain’t on that
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| RIP Lil Phat
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| In his memory bring it back
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| Like Beyonce, like Trina
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| Like a big booty ass black Diva
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| Like a light Skin Diamond
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| Or like KDia
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| They know, let me see that from the back
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| Like that, like that, bounce that ass like that
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| Like that, bend over let me see it from the back
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| Like that, like that, pop that pussy like that
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| We don’t fuck with the other side, so we straight like that
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| Problems
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| I got to get money my nigga so why would you bother
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| To hate on me wait and see me falling
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| Okay, Alcoholic
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| I’m drinking my liquor in Bal Harbour I’m ballin'
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| I’m living the life, by takin' yo wife, she callin' Everyday
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| In a coffin, waking up wit two bad bitches no yawning my nigga I’m lurking
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| Got gems, diamonds, she twerking on me
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| Mystical verses
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| Similar to a haunted mansion she dancing, romancing
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| My style is enhancing to a whole 'nother level
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| The intergalactical verse Marion lick her lips
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| While she rolling in the whip, life’s a trip
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| I am a rebel
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| Repping Raider Klan niggas we devils
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| Better understand that I am the man of the land, from the Blackland all the way
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| to Japan
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| B R to the K
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| Me and my nigga Robb be bringing the phonk no time to play
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| What can I say, my flow is fucking cray
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| Money, Power, Respect
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| Fucking these bitches like everyday |