| He woke up around seven past six
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| Back seat of his lemon ass whip
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| The eclipse with the blown head gasket
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| Nigga needs a scone for his own bread basket
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| He’s well known as a tone def half wit
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| Firm pot Belly, yellower than calf shit
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| Never sweating any past rifts
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| Nowadays, niggas only friend is a tibetan mastiff
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| I guess they’re once bitten, twice shy
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| In the beginning, they were smitten by the nice guy
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| Until he got’em for the sliced rye
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| Now they want him jailed with the bail priced high
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| Thats why he needs an old state witch
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| Who is instantly gonna be sold by his sales pitch
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| Sugar mommas, thin as a rail, pale chicks
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| Bound to pass soon and leave a nigga all her trail mix
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| Hark Back at your shark black
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| Catch a heart attack from this dark rap
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| Just awaken from park nap
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| Looking for those fall into the trap
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| Dopp to the gang, rock to the brain
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| Cane, breaking down the lock to the chain
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| Dang right, busting into smang life, tussin in the sprite
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| Cussing at your mayne whife’s cousin cus she’s trife
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| Shorty with the flabbier rump, chump
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| Hit her with the labia pump, plump
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| Sitting slump for a month in a hearse
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| Woke up crunk and stole a lump out the purse
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| Knock first, just in case he’s touching the knockwurst
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| And not terse, get him a doc, nurse
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| Cus the shit got a lot worse
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| A knot on his jock that ain’t willing to pop, burst
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| To get up and fap is hell isn’t it?
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| Fed up with rap and selling it
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| Dispel off the map to dwell in it
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| Then he snapped and when he set up a trap and fell in it
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| Hark Back at your shark black
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| Catch a heart attack from this dark rap
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| Just awaken from park nap
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| Y’all niggas fell into the trap |