| I kill a motherfucker with a sword
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| Pull up on a nigga when I’m bored
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| Soon as you open the door
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| The smoke is galore
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| Bad bitches all on the floor
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| She fucking want more
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| My niggas is thuggin' is nothin'
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| Pistols is bustin, you runnin'
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| I been about hundreds, hundred
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| Fuck it I go huntin'
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| Smokin' pine like I burned down the forest
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| And you can’t ignore it
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| The kush see I blow it
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| You pussy I know it
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| You rookie, I pro it
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| Yo' bitch got chosen
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| Now she blowin', O’s and taken pose
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| The coke is in the nose
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| And she feelin' pretty so she pose
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| I’m sippin drank 'till I dose, off
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| I’m my own boss
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| I can’t take a loss, Rick Ross
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| We stop, smoke break then I’m back to the cake
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| I’ve been on my hustle can’t wait
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| A skinny nigga but I’m still a heavyweight
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| And I look like my moms in the face
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| If you ever try my mom then my palms in your face
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| Bitch, I go deep you in the lake
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| I pull off in the G, fuck brakes
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| I gotta keep it 103 fuckface
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| Imma roll me up a fatty, that’s a blunt to the face
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| I got yo' bitch, blowin' me up
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| But, I gotta keep it movin' ain’t no slowin' me up
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| Simmie be that nigga when he rap he throw up
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| I prefer, 2 cups, 2 blunts, and 4 sluts
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| I post up, like a bball game
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| I ain’t talkin' toothpaste but I got aim
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| Step on your toupée cause yo' top off
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| Boy you need to catch up, cause I been had sauce
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| Nigga think he on he will get knocked off
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| Bitch, I am the gatekeeper, ain’t no gettin' locked out
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| I know I’m a vet got time on my belt
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| I hope you got yo' heater cause mines on my belt
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| I fly by myself
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| Cause if I do the crime, I do time by myself
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| You just lied to yourself
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| I’ve been in that water, the rap Michael Phelps |