| Saturday mornin', I ain’t gotta work
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| Last night’s show sold a lot of merch
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| Bad bitch in my bed so I ain’t gotta jerk
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| Forbes List caught me so it’s hard to make the dollar hurt
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| All we need is good green and some Bou Lou
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| Five to one so its guaranteed you can do you
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| 'Zilla keep the heater just in case we have a boo-boo
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| Kansas City natives and we all a little coo-coo
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| This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
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| On the interstate doin' 180
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| She said, «do it for me, baby»
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| Took a double shot and then we all went crazy
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| White girls go crazy
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| Black girls go crazy
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| College girls go crazy
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| This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy
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| So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen
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| Keep it so I usually have a pair that’s kissin'
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| And I’m lifted on purple hair, that’s bitchin'
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| Now that’s what I call a fuckin' air Technician
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| Down there, they got the hair that’s missin'
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| Keep it bare, I promise I’ll never tear that kitten
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| I am aware sex hittin' is the care when I share that stick and
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| So good I might impair that vision
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| So I dip in, then dip off
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| Look for another chick, then they pissed off
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| Till I give them another spliff then they lift off
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| Party is the mission, I did cross
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| Three thick friends, we mixin' these licks when
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| They big friend wanna lip off
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| So I told her come and get lost, bitch
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| This my place and it’s way too turnt up to trip off shit
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| Yeah, you my prototype
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| My fourth foreign car was a Porsche photo white
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| Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice
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| With a ring, married to the game, had 'em throwin' rice
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| Wait a minute, put my thing in her
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| I’m trynna knock up, I’m trynna put a singer in her
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| So I can do a banger with her
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| I get brain for dinner
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| I don’t need to put tender for contender
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| Thank god for strippers
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| High top with zippers, hard as some nipples
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| All the shit I do is straight off the temple
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| Trynna squeeze it into my schedule is like a pimple
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| Tell that poodle, «don't mess around with them pitbulls.»
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| This the endin' from the N9ne
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| Grindin' bitches from behind
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| If you way drunk off the 'yac
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| Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up
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| This Kansas City, shit’s ran gritty
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| In the summer time, the chicks be damn pretty
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| Born in the projects, then to the Ville
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| Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills
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| This is celebration, this is elevation
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| Me and my delegation got niggas hella hatin'
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| This is Nnutthowze, Regime, Rogue Dog
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| And it’s all Strange Music, winners can’t lose it, unless
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| Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!)
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| See a bad bitch like (Wooah!)
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| This whole damn city fuckin' go
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| But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO |