| Ayy, go 'head, fool
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| Highkey, smokin' on titanium strong
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| my pen when I write my wrongs
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| so high I wanna fight my songs
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| The big pitbull wanna bite my
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| Lookin' at you like he
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| Nigga done knocked the telephone pole down
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| Smack the shit out and make your ears ring out
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| out
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| Wet a nigga up, bring the easel out
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| Bitch so dusty, brought the out
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| She wanna follow me now
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| bitch keep having
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| Obliterate, bitch, can’t reconcile
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| Knock a nigga out, no technicality
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| Niggas actin', make 'em chew a battery
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| Got these niggas nervous, chewin' on they cavities
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| yellin' out
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| Beat a bitch, sh yellin' out «Majesty»
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| Rip it, let’s wrck it, let’s got that bitch riveted
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| She gon' come over here and rip it off rapidly
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| Points to the home team
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| The scoreboard glowin' like a Christmas tree
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| Why you spendin' all of that time adornin' me?
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| I’m tryna get my neck lookin' like Mr. T
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| Pointin' at me like a mythical creature
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| But I don’t like when they be tellin' on me
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| Pig like to mention when I
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| Damn, that’s why it was hard to reach me |