| I’m straight from the mix, your bitch is my mistress
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| She uses my dick to take off her lipstick
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| Running the city, this is the King Tutt district
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| Take a step back before I go ballistic
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| Think I got time to deal with all you dipshits?
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| Nah, I’m in my Benz while you rolling in a Civic
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| Diamonds so bright in a black hole they glistening
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| Dropping my rhymes, give a fuck if you with this
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| Let’s clear the air and get through the violence
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| Got the motor in line, got the white slips
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| Get your little bitch then get up and drop this
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| Wake up, wake up
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| It’s Crichy Crich, biatch!
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| Word to the show with a nose for the blow
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| All white fur coat, finna smoke till I choke
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| Attitude, fuck him, when I see him Imma duck him
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| If he all up in my space, I may have to go and chuck him
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| Fuck that, where the bottle at?
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| Tell her bring another one, I’m 'bout to drink all of that
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| Crichy in the building, go and tell the girls, fall back
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| Got 'em standing in line tryin' to swallow that
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| Fucking with a beat, then let me off my leash
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| I fuck up this city then collect my cheese
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| I’m chilling with my Gs, there’s some girls with the breeze
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| Sitting on their knees, swear to god, they all freaks |