| Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banger
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| You gotta start with a hard ass kick and snare
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| Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got it
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| Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (Hoooooo!)
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| 'Cause rappin on planet Earth pays
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| Smelling like versè, or is it Versace?
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| You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of sake, copy?
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| All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood
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| I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it
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| 'Cause, when it come to women, your man Aaron’s good
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| I done been inside-a more woman than Planned Parenthood
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| I got more bottles, than newborn babies, for your boring ladies
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| I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me
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| 'Till I’m lazy and achey, wanna get shady and tape me?
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| Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trachia
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| Im just partying I ain’t letting the tool spit
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| I ain’t tryna have you haters layin below the pulpit
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| 40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit
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| Eat, drink and be merry man and miss me with all that bullshit
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| Ain’t no telling how drunk and high you’ll get
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am)
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| What you mean? |
| baby girl I need some liquor too
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| Ay, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too
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| Im F-L-Y, so why not? |
| We can flick a few (Fuck yea)
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| Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (Yes)
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| So when I scream through the scene you know you niggas finna crush it
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| Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper
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| But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Got ya)
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| Keep that smooth movement so proper
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| They keep choosin' on ya dude 'cause I be’s all about my dollas
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| On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal
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| Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill
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| It’s real, what you say you lose the crew and 'scape with me
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| No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? |
| (Yep)
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| Fuck it, I’mma party like a trap star
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| And probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard
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| Ay, Ay, ay, ay
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| Yo, your flow missed me, buy vodka, get pissy
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| Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly
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| Everready, a Killer, that flow’s Anghellic
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| Storytelling and battle-rapping, who can’t sell it?
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| Should I speed it up? |
| Nah, I’ma keep it strange
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| My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged
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| The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back
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| Who told him every time I see Biancas give her ass a smack
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| I need a bunk rock, fresh pair of sucker duckers
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| It’s a party, I’m bullshittin' with muh’fuckas
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| Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye
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| Battle me? |
| I think your favorite rapper’d rather die
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| Who you know can spit a flow this clean?
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| My notebooks to tenth grade, I got so many sixteens
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| Please, I got a lot of hard tones
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| That’ll fuck up your view of The View like Star Jones
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| Y’all clones, my style is the original
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| Half you wack rappers just epitomize pitiful
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| But me? |
| spittin' classic is a ritual
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| I stopped liking rap when the lying got habitual
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| I’m sick of you, the streets turned me to a sentinel
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| I’m so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you
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| (So guess what) Shit, can’t nobody out-rhyme me
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| So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| (Hey hey)
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| We party and bullshit
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| Booze it with floosies (Hey hey)
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| And that’s how we dos it
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| Not the Biancas we choosing
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| Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music
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| Yeah, Throw your cups in the air if you’re drunk like me
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| Yeah, Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and Sprite, boy |