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I got my cup, I got my plastic cup |
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I got my cup, I got my plastic cup |
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I got my cup, I got my plastic cup |
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You got your cup (I got my cup) |
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One of these playas is doing they own thang |
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And some of these playas is kinda the same |
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One of these playas is unlike the others |
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Now it's time to spit my game |
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I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness |
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Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup |
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Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music |
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And I'm ****ed up, and I'm ****ed up |
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A playa's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase |
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Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran |
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All my weeples just come hard, reach into my pockets |
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Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it |
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It's expected, cause way back when I couldn't afford |
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When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a ? board |
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Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me mayn |
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Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake |
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Looking for a batch with no pan and |
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I'm a guerilla meals must like Brandy |
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Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist |
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Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this |
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Hickory dickory dock |
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I dick the boost down with my dock |
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I was on stuck, she was on top |
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Pour me some more in my cup |
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We working with a lot, can't let em catch us slipping |
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Can't sit the cup down, can't let em know we tripping |
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I'ma keep a cup, full of Check-A-Hater juice |
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Eyes behind my head, can't let em catch me loose |
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He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me |
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Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me |
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I'm a boss chick, like that-that-that-that-that-that |
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And you are bossy uh, I got your back |
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Head, shoulders, knees and toes |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes |
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Simps, haters, bustas, marks |
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Saps, suckas, haters, sars |
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Well I'm at a park, at a club after dark |
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At a football game, your date in the parking lot |
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Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle |
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But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp |
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Stick and move, all about my uh paper route |
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When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out |
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I ain't no punk, you got your easmic stuff |
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Plus some funk, in real life I'll **** you up |
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