| Oh my God, Ronny
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| Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
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| Bend that backwards, I might pass her
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| Homie on Casper, geekin' like Dexter
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| I do magic, no distraction
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| Yeah, my flow's on Destructo Disc, too afraid to cuff a bitch
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| These boys on that sucker shit, feature price went up as shit like
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| "Oh, big deal, are you Satan?"
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| I reply like, "Are you playin'?"
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| Slurp on pussy like Lo Mein
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| I'm Progressive like Flo, man
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| Therapist knocking at my fucking door, man
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| My body just look like G.I. |
| Joe, man
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| Feds askin' questions, I don’t fucking know man
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| Kim Jong Un to the fucking flow, man
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| Like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, mhm
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| Diamond baller, broke my shoulder
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| She wan' fuck but can't come over (Ayy, ayy)
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| When I met your shorty, hit the running man, mm
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| Hopped out of jail, made a hunnid bands, mm
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| KKK, I'm just hanging, man, mm
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| Chris Rock, niggas acting funny, man, hm
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| My money stretching like Luffy, uh
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| Like Disney, these niggas is Goofy, uh
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| I don't fuck with snakes but like Gucci, uh
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| These niggas act fool for some coochie, uh
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| I will not go back to jail, uh
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| These niggas is blind, need braille, huh
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| Watch how I switch, watch how I switch
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| Nut on her, switch, watch how I- mhm
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| Nigga, where the fuck is your energy? |
| Cannot mimic your enemy
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| Play pawn defending me, I can palm you niggas
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| 'Cause I warned you niggas, I never swung you niggas
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| I don't need no motherfuckers shoulders to lean on
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| Way I ditch her pussy, I treat it like ding dong
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| Harder than the Kim Possible theme song
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| Yeah re- real quick
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| I just- I just really wanted to say all you rappers suck
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| Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
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| Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor
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| Homie on Casper, geekin' like Dexter
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| I do magic, no distraction
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| Yeah, my flow's on Destructo Disc, too afraid to cuff a bitch
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| These boys on that sucker shit, feature price went up as shit like
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| Rico
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| I ain't never asked for a handout
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| But I came up, now everybody got a hand out
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| I just got my truck on matte red, with a five percent tint and them rims blacked out
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| Every nigga 'round me gon' wait 'til I blackout
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| Put the pussy on him, make a nigga tap out
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| Just say where, and my niggas pop out
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| If you don't get the picture, we crop you out
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| They givin' out pussy for shout-outs
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| These lil' bitches live in my shadow
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| They see me in person and panic
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| My diamonds the color of candy
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| I'm used to shockin' these bitches like Pikachu
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| Don't run away from me when I run into you
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| It can get surgical, personal
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| Everything I do be goin' up, I'm on my vertical
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| Yes, I'm a girl, I go harder than niggas do
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| I'm in a Benz, that's the color of Fruity Loops
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| My calendar's been lookin' so beautiful
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| How is you hatin' on me from a cubicle
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| I got more money than you on my cuticle
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| When I pull up, all the bitches like, "Aah"
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| Only leave the house when I'm pickin' up a bag
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| Got a short temper, don't make me mad
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| Stop the comparisons, that shit embarassin'
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| Bitches at home, I just got back from Paris
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| And they got to check it wit' me like I'm parents
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| You got to be quicker than that
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| Oh she ratchet, I might smash her
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| Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor
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| Homie on Casper, geekin' like Dexter
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| I do magic, no distraction
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| Yeah, my flow's on Destructo Disc, too afraid to cuff a bitch
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| These boys on that sucker shit, feature price went up as shit like
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| I been trying to tell these niggas
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| I got- I got the Krabby Patty formula man
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| Come fuck with me! |