| I do what I wish
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| My mom think I be losing my grip
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| When it come to the bars, I’m a retard
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| Ain’t nobody get stupid as this
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| First grade I wasn’t using my whits
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| Using my finger and using my fist
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| Using my anger and using bad word
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| Thank God that my future is this
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| Now, I do what I want
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| Do what I do, what you do is just watch
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| Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants
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| Louis Vuitton
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| Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb
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| And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom
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| And I gotta say word if you got a problem
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| 'Cause I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop
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| Woah
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| Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy
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| Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye
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| Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your ass a dime
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| I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
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| Woah
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| Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it
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| I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit
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| And she all up on my shit like she really, really know it
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| Smart girls give the best head to the best poet
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| Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me
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| Shit, even when I do insult 'em, I do it so beautifully
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| Shit, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy
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| Shit, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me
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| Shit, ride with me
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| Forget about everybody and cry with me
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| Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me
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| Pretend like it is forever and lie with me
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| Yeah, lie with me
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| Yea, sleep with me
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| Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me
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| Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly
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| Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me
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| A piece of me, no peace in me
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| I rip your fucking head off, do it peacefully
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| The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly
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| And never get a thank you
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| What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?
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| I got blood that isn’t fam
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| I got fam that isn’t blood
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| I got shit to help me sleep, convince 'em it isn’t drugs
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| I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk
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| With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, cons of a conscience
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, perks of a Percocet
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| Ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, cons of a conscience
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, perks of a Percocet
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| Ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
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| I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed
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| (Fuck, fuck)
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| I am only here to make a virgin wet
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
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| Every single morning I’m a year closer to death
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| Every single time I fucked a bitch I had birthday sex
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| Yea, and you can be here with me
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| I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city
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| I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me
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| Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50
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| Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty
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| If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back
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| And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that
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| It’s either mission complete or permission to bla! |
| bla! |
| bla!
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| Ya ya ya
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| See Benji boy so explosive
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| I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened
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| Ya ya ya
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| Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean
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| Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the fuck I’m going
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| Ya ya ya
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| I don’t know
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| Ya ya ya
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| Ay I’ll go with the maniac
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| It’ll take my soul and I may adapt
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| And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash
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| And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach
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| And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black
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| With a case of blow and a case of ash
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, cons of a conscience
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, perks of a Percocet
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| Ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, cons of a conscience
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| Ya ya ya
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| All I see, perks of a Percocet
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| Ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
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| Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead
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| I delete my history like you do when you surf the web
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
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| Ya ya ya
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| Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
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| Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet
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| Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck
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| Ashes to ashes
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| Dust to dust
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| I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut
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| I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter
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| Struck by lightning in the sun
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| But I do what I wish and I get what I wish for |