| One shot, bomboclat
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| bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it’s hopscotch
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| Booty pop, my bitch don’t wear that she prolly ass shots
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| I don’t give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
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| Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I’m out
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| Once u-fucking-pon a time, had your bitch inside my house
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| Cooking grits and riding dick
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| Swear she the best chef around
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| Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown
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| I wanna rock, I wanna rock
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| Tell these bitch niggas it’s they time of the month, time of the month
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| niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done
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| I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear
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| All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year
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| GOAT’s here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer
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| Pump fear
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| To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard
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| Man, all these new niggas weird
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| They all lining up to come and see the last king
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| I get money, I make money
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| I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| Two, two more shots, then I’m out
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| I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
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| I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| Man, I fucked your dime and now she’s mine
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| 2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
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| She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
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| Feeling bullshit, I don’t pay you no mind
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| But what’s your sign? |
| Gemini?
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| Scorpio, let me fuck from behind
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| However you want it, baby
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| Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
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| Real nigga doe, real nigga doe
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| Got a freak bitch in the DB9, put me on doe
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| Came in the door, kicked in the door
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| Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
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| Man, you’re paper thin, you need to take some notes
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| niggas steal my lines and say they don’t, there go another new quote
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| I’m fresh off the boat, nigga let’s toast
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| Young Money real, y’all shit just a hoax
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| Made a fairytale, busy on a float
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| Why would I lie?
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| Forever under oath, I’m
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| So fucking frustrated with your lady
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| Get a flight, I send her home
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| Man my love is oh so tainted
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| If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing
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| I’m on my monsters, they from a moshpit
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| R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
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| Man I be off Patron like it’s a holiday
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| fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say
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| I get money, I make money
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| I take money, them bitches want it from me ‘cause I’m
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| Two, two more shots, then I’m out
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| I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
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| I’m ‘bout whatever man, I’m ‘bout whatever man
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| Man, I fucked your dime
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| Still in my prime
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| Young D, I’m freshest nigga on the line
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| Better man up, it’s about to go down
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| Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground
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| Let the rain fill the moats ‘round my kingdom
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| Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
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| I’ma let you leave ‘em screaming
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| Dreaming just to get by
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| Girl you so fly, why you so high?
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| Two more shots, then I’m out
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| I’m a motherfucking potty mouth
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| All bad bitches in my house
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| I’m a motherfucker, fuck her then I kick her out
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, I’m ‘bout whatever
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| I’m ‘bout whatever, man I do it, do it better
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| Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
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| I’m raw with beats
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| So scavenger with it, nigga look like Jaws with feet
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| You don’t want it, bitch
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| Y’all niggas know I get gully, what you want?
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| Listen close, y’all don’t hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come
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| through?
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| Excuse me bitch
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| Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do
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| Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit
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| You niggas already knew
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| She keep on fronting niggas, then I’m lighting up another city
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| Got her fighting ‘til they get to biting, they we getting gritty
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| See the time and now a nigga climbing up another milli
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| Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me
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| Forth and back and my dying is a nigga ‘til it pulls up on the track
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| Then I’ma die sixty niggas ‘til we pop off like we in the wild west
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| When I finished giving you the crack pipe
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| If you knew I’m in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
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| Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now
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| Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now
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| shit they got me doing it again
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| Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
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| You can never stop the shit that I’m doing
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| And the way that we moving
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| Get it popping, never stopping, kill ‘em in the end now
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| And I’ma get ‘em to the point when I got ‘em all open, handling my business
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| with ‘em ha!
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| Trust me you don’t wanna start cause you know it’s torture!
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| Every single minute til I finish with ‘em
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| And I knock shit down
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| Every time I come and then I lock shit down
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| ‘Til I come up place niggas better drop that crown
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| Ever here, ‘fore I pop you clowns
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| And I go erase niggas! |