| 'Ringe
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| Yuh, right
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| Shit, guess I gotta write some more these fuckin' words?
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| What I say? |
| Oh, what I say? |
| Ain’t nothing different, fuck it
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| I wake up like «Let's go shoot shit, I know a couple people»
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| But the ones who got it gotta travel miles, so I understand, but
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| These asylum drugs go crazy, I can’t ever tame it (Ugh)
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| Feel elite and scream a fuckin' bunch for currency (Ugh)
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| Why the fuck is there delay when I say something right? |
| (Ugh)
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| We got shit to push, I’m tired of yellin' late at night (Right?)
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| Call me what you want but you can’t say I’m slowing, no-no
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| If anything, the noise I’m hearing keep me going, yo-yo (Ugh)
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| I do everything I hate but keep that shit in mind
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| Remember days, cuz I couldn’t make a fuckin' rhyme
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| If you wonder why I yodel (Ugh) and my songs short: I got fuckin' issues,
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| nothing 'bout no label paper
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| Fuck your world, nothing in it finna fuckin' save ya
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| Rippin' knees apart, yada-yada, blah-blah
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| You don’t like me? |
| Kill me, burn me, cut me, suck me sonny
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| Spare me from your damn lists, it’s fuckin' stupid, ayy
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| Tastes like bullshit, you broke ass goons, hype
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| Have my mouth right by your ears, screaming «Nighty-night»
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| Blah-blah, yada-yada, I’m a butterfly
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| Fuck with ya shit every day, come fight, silly
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| Blah-blah, y’all needa fuckin' break, yeah
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| Hand on my fuckin' lip from this fuckin' bitch
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| Eat a tampon, grab 'em from a raw tree
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| Stupid motherfucker call it a roast, get yo' ass down, later bruh
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| Aah (Aah)
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| Fuck you! |