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P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4) |
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(Sound confused) |
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It's p a c k o f r a t s |
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Yep yo it's packofrats rappin on the intro and I'm joe camel cool when I'm at the jam minglin my dingaling's long like Arsenio's fingerin |
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J. Lo's uterus |
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Mr. drizhollerin, and I'm hollerin at your motherfuckin mom and em, |
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At your dance party yo I'm bathrobe pimpin, |
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And I still get the digits and escape wit yo bitch |
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Forget it dude I wasn't tryin hard, |
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Babygirl think I'm a big rap star |
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Honey did think that my pocket's large |
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But um, no bitch, I'm broke as fuck |
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I still do shows and I still get fucked |
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Like that time in NY yo I came in the limo with co co |
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And with pink fittow, word is bond yo dat's my kiddo |
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For shit o sho |
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I took the steps to hit the top floor and when I got there homie |
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Guess who I saw |
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(Who?) |
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Shane, the cocaine sniffing hipster, |
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Doesn't know the meaning of sober nor work |
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I need cool cred, hurry up shane, |
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He pulled out an issue of vice magazine |
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Just read this from page to pager |
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Then you'll be a major player |
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Get some girl to suck you off in an elevator |
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Fellas, grab your big old dicks |
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Ladies rub your wet ass clits |
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Put em together 'cause that's the shit |
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And yo, this is another rap hit. |
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Fellas, grab your big old dicks |
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Ladies rub your wet ass clits |
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Put em together 'cause that's the shit |
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And yo, this is another rap hit. |
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Oh my god is that Johnthousand? |
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I heard he's gay. |
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No, I heard Johnthousand swings both ways. |
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Well, Johnthousand, whatcha gotta say? |
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Naw, dog, I'm abstinent, |
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If I ever fucked a dude it was accidental |
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And probably all about the dollar bill |
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Yo you know how me and money feel |
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About each other |
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Bread and butter |
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Ugly bitch? |
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Cut her up a bone in rubber |
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Home for supper |
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Mama never even know I left |
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Yo You boys is crazy, |
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We'll make you shoot your baby |
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We'll make Chewbacca run down the block and put a glock inside yo momma |
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Yo |
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Everybody's smokin crack |
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Kurt, gimme somma dat |
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Homie how'd you get so black? |
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Holla at them |
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Yo this goes out to the haters who act like they confused |
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Fuck you all day fuck you all night, |
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We don't love you hoes |
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It's nobodys child or nbc, niggas in the crowd all envy me, |
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You need to chill out, 'cause you can't beat |
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Those Plastic Little boys |
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Oh wow, you can freestyle |
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Rap, for days, so amazed |
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The bottom line is boy, you ain't on the stage, you ain't getting paid |
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Now, you wanna save hip hop? |
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Yo, pick up a tin cup, start to front, get on the corner |
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See if you could rap yourself up a buck |
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See if I give a fuck (I don't) |
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About this hip hop shit |
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Yo, I'm just in it for me |
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To be in the club, drinkin for free |
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P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4) |
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(Sound confused) |
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(X2) |
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Fellas, grab your big old dicks |
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Ladies rub your wet ass clits |
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Put em together 'cause that's the shit |
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And yo, this is another rap hit. |
