| I fuck shit up, then I do it again
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| Sorry, not sorry, I do it again
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| Take one shot then I do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| Go ape then I do it again
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| I don’t give a damn what kinda crew that you in
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| Showin' up to parties uninvited, drinkin' liquor
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| While they’re lookin' at me like «uh, who let you in?»
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| Smash cake then I steal the pinata
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| Fill it with vodka, medulla oblongata
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| Split and I give em these stars like Mufasa
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| Homies I know hufflepuff on the potter
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| I’m legit a sinner
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| When I grip the gin, so just admit the winner
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| Anybody thinkin' any different I’ma come and ninja star your face with a fidget
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| spinner, bitch!
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| Too hard, too dark
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| Whitney Peyton, your music is gettin' too harsh!
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| If you’re wonderin' the reason I be schemin'
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| Haters look in the mirror cause you are, now
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| Back to the positive vibes
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| Back to the party and henny on ice
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| Usin' my name when referring to White Girl
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| I am too hyphy to ever need lines
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| My my!
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| Screwed in the head
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| My team is hot!
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| You just pretend
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| My shit is poppin'
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| You just in bed
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| Snap on the mic and then do it again
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| I fuck shit up, then I do it again
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| Sorry, not sorry, I do it again
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| Take one shot then I do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| I fuck shit up
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| And I do it, again again and again
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| Wonderin' where the veteran been
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| I’m better than them
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| A legend when I pick up the pen
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| The message I send I do it for real, I never pretend
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| Better send in your men
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| He’s spittin' venom again
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| Put 'im on an award show but he never attend!
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| Maybe I wasn’t invited, stupid bitch you could bite it
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| I got the anger inside of me now the spark is ignited
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| I stick my dick in the drywall
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| I kick in your eyeball
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| They wishin' that I fall
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| They ready to die, all
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| I do it, I did it, I did it
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| Just a little bit I hit it
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| Didn’t want to get me admitted into the clinic
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| Had to do a little better, had to beat em and burn em
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| He was the knight of the livin' dead and I needed to learn him
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| It’s real life, not twitter, so you can’t block me
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| And when I rock on the block, roll through with the posse
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| I spit on a racist and knock out a nazi
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| Piss on his body like sorry not sorry
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| Ruthless, Eazy-E
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| Diggy diggy dock
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| Punk rock, Iggy Pop
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| With the city, diddy bop
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| Put a bullet in the oink oink little piggy cop
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| West coast, east beef, shook, Diddy, Biggie, Pac
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| When I shatter the Earth into little pieces and demolish anybody that wasn’t
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| capable of seein' the knowledge
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| When I’m teachin' and preachin', I’m always speakin' Adonis
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| You little bitches better be ready to be payin' me homage
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| Let 'em know my little homie Whitney P is a goddess
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| And anybody fuckin' with her catch a beating I promise
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| The NYC Apple, the source is rotten
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| It’s a land where the legends are lost, forgotten
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| They thought that that’d be crack
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| Put the battery stack
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| In the battery pack
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| I fuck shit up, then I do it again
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| Sorry, not sorry, I do it again
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| Take one shot then I do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| Come tomorrow, Ima do it again
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| Sorry, not sorry
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| Like a lady on Maury
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| They got a baby, accusin' the man that’s maybe responsible
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| For the pregnancy but when they finally read the results
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| But she was shocked cause the dude she thought that maybe the father was
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| Negative and he was gon' to roger rabbit the cars
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| And tell the crowd what they (?)
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| Then she ran backstage, crying
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| Kinda reminded me of a groupie
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| Wantin' in my dressin' room but she can’t
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| Without fuckin' the stage manager
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| Blowin' the merch guy
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| Happened the first time, she’d do it again
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| If you weren’t a fan, you probably won’t know me
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| But since I’m sorta famous you be thinkin' maybe you have a chance
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| Nope
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| And I can see through 'em like I’m zoomin the lens
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| On the can with a camera, laughin' in a coupe with the tints
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| But watch, got some ice cubes and a band
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| I’m about to pull a Mike Busey show me whatcha gonna do for the gram
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| They horny like a bull skull and a ram
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| But we ain’t nothin' but mammals
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| Me and Whitney Peyton just an example
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| Underdogs comin' up with the handful
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| Of rappers that we had to trample over
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| Cause we hustled and gambled
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| Tryna get to where we are today, I’m chuggin' a handful
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| Of some Crown Royal chillin' at some industry party
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| And I don’t give a fuck who is, or isn’t important
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| They lookin' at me wrong guarantee some shit’ll get started
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| Cause I fuck shit up then I do it again |