| As I twist up this doobie and do me like its a movie, who he?
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| I be the one you can’t see in the Sun
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| Bitch I move with the drum, like buh-rum-bum-bum-bum
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| It’s the 275, pussy boy, and we deep
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| Ain’t no nigga on this earth who can get like me
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| Who can spit like me
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| Load the clip like me
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| Hella punch lines, niggas wanna fight me
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| The game so dirty, fuckin up my white tee’s
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| Niggas is trippin' so my niggas flippin'
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| Hop in the lac' and we dippin', codeine sippin'
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| Eyes so low nigga fuck a vision
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| Been cookin' dough ducked off in the kitchen
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| She just give me brain she ain’t tryna' have children
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| What the fuck you sayin' pussy nigga I ain’t trippin'
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| Thinkin' bout' the cash while I’m wood grain grippin'
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| Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceiling
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| I dont even care, I’mma put it in the air
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| Got two blunts, you could call that a pair
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| Got two guns, I ain’t shootin' in the air
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| R.I.P. |
| Big Pun, real nigga right here
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| Got three hoes, I don’t need a reindeer
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| Fuck goin' home, give me brain right here
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| You a fake boy I can see it in your face
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| I pull up to the place
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| Put niggas in they place
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| My finger in your face boy I’m bout' to catch a case
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| I blow your face off make your homie catch a phase
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| I’m with a bad bitch and her ass look fake
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| But I’m laid back and she feeding me grapes
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| Yeah I said that
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| The nigga scared to
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| Run up in your crib got your kids scared too
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| But I’m killin' you cause' your boy dead too
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| Talkin' that mess I’ll come find you
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| I’m all mad, shit
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| Tryna' divide shit
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| Gotta' push weight like I’m tryna' find shit
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| Man I’m too real I dont fuck with nonsense
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| Hatin' niggas talkin but they got nine cents
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| When I’m shootin at ya' whip
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| Bustin' corners, I’mma dip
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| Purple drank, I’mma sip
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| On my lap so I limp
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| I’mma float like a blimp
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| Gold Ape’s like a chimp
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| I’mma eat it like shrimp
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| I’mma watch the blood drip
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| Every boss, sit
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| Choppa in the trunk, wanna see a car trick?
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| Swervin', who car sick?
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| Rollin' that coffin
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| He come on my side, my niggas will off him
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| My word that I boss him
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| His money is mine
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| Tryna' see me, boy you wasting your time
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| Splittin' your wig, call it wasting your mind, nigga |