| Let my man take a grand from the gig and run up in a wig
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| Coke laced cig and smoked jowl from the pig
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| Dining on swine, if ya don’t mind
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| Brought her to the crib, just met her online
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| Avatar looked far from a dime
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| Split up swiss chard and part where it’s mine
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| Discard where its yours
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| Walk around the house no draws and doing mad chores
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| Sponging mold spores, tonguing old whores with cold sores
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| Dopp gang bold saboteurs
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| My bad to get in the way
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| Of ya sniffing three lines off the ipad retina display
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| Going hella hard like they rep in the bay
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| Praying that your god hasn’t lead him astray
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| But its too late, got a hot date by the lake
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| And he fed her tube steak off the plate
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| Living that smang life, knowing that your living ain’t right
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| Living that smang life, knowing that your living ain’t right
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| Living that smang life, knowing that your living ain’t right
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| Living that smang life, knowing that your living ain’t right
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| He bagged a cougar named Mabel at a Peter Luger’s table
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| Or was it at Bruegger’s bagel?
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| He knew he could include her to the stable, shorty was pierced out
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| From her hooters, to her cooter, to her naval
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| She was a looter of her cable
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| Plus a litterbug, add polluter to her label
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| He once saw her ram her pooter with a ladle
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| This old freak should’ve gotten neutered from the cradle
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| Ayo, He knew she was a slower hack
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| When he saw the letters tramp stamped on her lower back
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| It said roe versus wade
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| The color of the text matched her lipstick and purse’s shade, jade
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| Yeah she was a bit lofty
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| The word around town, she even smanged Mr. Softee
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| He charged her half for an icey
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| And told her just the head cus the shaft is for the wifey |