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Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots |
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High debut beating boy band groups |
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Nigga let me know what the **** y'all want do |
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Either keep up or you can't, can't |
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Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang |
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I ain't come here for no dumb shit |
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You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick |
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When it's finished over and done with |
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I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch |
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I ain't no speedy when you say |
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I beat it too much |
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I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and |
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I pound it enough |
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See me losin' **** the big butt women |
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Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach |
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Sittin' in the front 'cause |
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TV's runnin' |
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Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it |
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I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'' |
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Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby |
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I'm comin' |
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Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far |
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But bitch |
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I told, do what you're spoused to |
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Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans |
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It's just like |
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I told you, walk like |
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I'm spoused to |
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Man I'm the only mother-****in' black prince of the south |
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So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out |
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I make yo' momma sake a tell feather |
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Don't tell yo' daddy that |
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I'm here, 'cause you know |
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I make him feel great |
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Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on |
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While he down there quotin bed, |
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I know you not gone sing that song |
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I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off |
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Before you knows [Incomprehensible] 1:40 |
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I give it to him and this bitch can't handle |
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Or ugly jealous mother-****er this shit jammin' |
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Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent |
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On top of 8th street kicks |
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IndianaNo callin' me big bucks no wammies |
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This year |
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I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it |
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Heads up high enough so you can move |
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Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool |
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Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far |
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But bitch |
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I told, do what you're spoused to |
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Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans |
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It's just like |
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I told you, walk like |
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I'm spoused to |
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I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of [Incomprehensible] 2:21 |
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Ever the vesent [Incomprehensible] 2:24 come get me |
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Grammy nominated, especially |
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The soul train award winner, call me black elvis |
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PreslyYou probably [Incomprehensible] 2:30 but you see me on |
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Either 106 and |
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Park, Queen |
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Latifah, Chris rock, or |
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Jenny Jones |
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Knock down buildin's, chop down trees |
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I kick so ****in' hard they say, "You Japanese" |
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I'm up in the minute because of what |
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I inventLook at your over there with your seatbelt |
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Like I'm [Incomprehensible] 2:44 |
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A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista' |
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They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on |
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These people in here ain't leavin' 'til |
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I finish my ****in' last song |
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Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut |
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Now keep your ****in' hoes down |
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Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far |
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But bitch |
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I told, do what you're spoused to |
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Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans |
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It's just like |
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I told you, walk like |
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I'm spoused to |
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Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far |
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But bitch |
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I told, do what you're spoused to |
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Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans |
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It's just like |
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I told you, walk like |
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I'm spoused to |
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South and west come together |
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However, we plan doing this shit quite clever |
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My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass' |
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And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast |