| Wait
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| Somebody’s gon' lie, somebody’s lyin' right now
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| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Hello?
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| Remix the remedy, and misery
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| I’mma slang to my enemies
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| I get punched with no penalties
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| She gon' give me Penelope
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| After xan' feed me ecstasy
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| And I fight to a fantasy
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| Far from the canopy
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| Far from the can
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| The shine they just hate to see
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| What’s with the latency?
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| On my hair like they preenin' me
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| Bitch, I’m a animal
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| Watch what you feed me
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| Sly like a genie
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| Or we can wait and see
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| Places and faces I ain’t seen
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| Pop up on the GPS
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| The maybes just nil
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| Like a sauna and sherbert
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| Bitch, she lickin' it all
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| And she doin' it proper
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| Bitch, I’m shippin' the hours
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| And my proportions is bonkers
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| They mad they can’t
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| Bitch, what you figurin'?
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| Gotta increase the pressure
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| Got my Jeffrey to beat
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| Gettin' butt like Milwaulkee
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| Ricky way out, I’m joggin'
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| Keep that bitch
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| Keep that bitch pussy soggin'
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| Catch one just like
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| Breathin' all on my lady
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| Like the way that I draw in
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| Discombobulated
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| Yeah, he functions so flawless
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| Y’all don’t know what the raw is
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| Y’all all thought this was wrestlin'
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| Killin' hoes with no breath in me
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| They think they ahead of me
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| But they thoughts is so separately
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| They tryna flex in me
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| They take dick and embezzle it
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| Put kids in they recipe
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| Teach them some etiquette
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| Exquisite, the melody
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| High, feelin' heavenly
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| Ay, bae, it’s OK, I got yo' prescription
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| Just sit back and listen, I’mma pour this elixir
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| She all burnt like prisoner, but shinin' like a prism
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| Baby, I’m yo' doctor, tell me what be on yo' mental?
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| Ay, bae, it’s OK, I got yo' prescription
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| Just sit back and listen, I’mma pour that elixir
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| She all burnt like prisoner, but shinin' like a prism
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| Baby, I’m yo' doctor, tell me what be on yo' mental?
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| She got the big head
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| Must be an aneurysm
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| I ain’t got nothin' for that
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| Let the hoe know I ain’t playin with 'em
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| He on that vandalism
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| Break it down to a vacuum
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| Goofy, stay out the backroom
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| I’m the shit out the bathroom
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| Drugged out the saloon
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| Catastrophic, the outcome
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| Bustin' out like monsoon
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| Thirty feet from the ground up
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| All on that fondue
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| Gouda can’t come too
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| That’s all that it come to
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| Bought that profit, bitch, come through
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| She 'bout telepathy
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| I’m down just to levitate
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| Pussy lips segregate
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| Bet she won’t get the message late
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| Fade on my millions
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| Tryna move through the ceilin'
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| See no cemetary
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| Makin' killings in filmin'
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| Ay, bae, it’s OK, I got yo' prescription
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| Just sit back and listen, I’mma pour this elixir
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| She all burnt like prisoner, but shinin' like a prism
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| Baby, I’m yo' doctor, tell me what be on yo' mental?
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| Ay, bae, it’s OK, I got yo' prescription
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| Just sit back and listen, I’mma pour that elixir
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| She all burnt like prisoner, but shinin' like a prism
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| Baby, I’m yo' doctor, tell me what be on yo' mental? |