| Put my penis in your pie hole
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| 'bout to go viral
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| Two bitches on my dick like them hoes 'bout to tightrope
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| Got these bitches stuck like they’re sippin' on sizzurp
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| Eyes blurred like walkin to the store in a blizzard
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| Used to walk miles in a blizzard
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| Back of the next to the engine
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| But the stench I leave on the track is horrendous
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| Like pig feet 10 feet away from the freezer
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| I give this one to forensic
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| Style oh so fucking ferocious
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| SOS Smokin', loco like a motive
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| Put that shit in motion
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| …Bitch! |
| … Bruiser Bitch!
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| Bitch!
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| Fuck all the rumors, let my dick make a statement
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| Hood rat hater! |
| Bitch catch the vapors
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| Niggas jackin' off they lines, master… baiter
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| Let the K’s decay him, put his ass in labor
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| Young Negro, draw guns like bang
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| Aimed at your trachea, Transylvania
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| Hit you with that danger, ain’t got time to hang out
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| Don’t pretend you don’t see me foolin' on you strangers, Yee ah
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| Ay lets play hang man! |
| Bitch choose a letter
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| You can’t spell what I’m thinking, then you gon' die guessin'
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| Bitch I brought the lessons and the blessings
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| Shootout like old westerns, I fall hard under pressure
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| I’m the coldest nigga out, I can’t die now
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| Skinny nigga west side flow like West Nile
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| You Niggas need a fucking rest now
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| Time to lay that ass down, Chop it, Chop it down!
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| Bruiser! |
| Oh Na Na! |