| With no dough, I lamp
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| I shine, no doors
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| I’m out, no doors
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| Don’t slang, no birds
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| No dodos, the demons
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| Want my soul, if you stress
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| When you broke, you gon' stress
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| When you get on
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| Come on, tell that t-bitch, get on
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| My bitch bad like a old trans
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| Mission, you hear that
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| I’m that sinner soul
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| Straight lie thinkin' 'bout cheatin'
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| Do or die, I don’t know doe
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| Split her top back, sunroof
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| Slipping back down like I’m on a roof
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| Think about how I get around you
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| Mosquitoes, I lamp
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| I laugh, I lamp
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| (Get out my face)
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| (I can’t feel my face)
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| Gianni, Gianni, don’t own no Versace
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| Get her wet like hydrants (Sprinkling!)
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| I know that she like it
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| My dick in her mouth like she not (Popped her!)
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| Bitch fake since high school
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| Now they smile around me (Funny actin')
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| Basic-ass hoes ain’t beatin' the case
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| You bad? |
| Bitch, stop lyin' (They're lyin'!)
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| Mosquitoes, they flyin'
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| I lamp, I’m shinin'
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| Goin' through life bein' nice
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| Shit, get high, you know they on you
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| Think you a trance
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| Frantic,
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| Cause they already know why they did you before
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| I know, I don’t have no amnesia
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| Blow by, my own leisure
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| Used to think I need you
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| 'Til I change the set; |
| it’s Bruiser
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| This is just what I do, sir
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| Lifestyle, I’m Bruiser
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| You too nice to her
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| She run over you more
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| I never had shit
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| Shoppin' at the thrift
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| Give no fucks and that’s literal
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| Leave these hoes in the minerals
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| Like leaves, mosquitoes get slapped
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| Leave these critters… t-t-too critical |