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Yeah, we gots money, baby |
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I'm talking about, talking about that long money |
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When you see us come through, you just know |
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Balling uncontrollably |
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Man, I got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint, it's so dark |
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I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my friends |
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Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims |
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Paint be flying off my car, be candy painting the neighborhood kids |
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I got that whole block looking like it's Candyland |
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Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man |
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I park the car in the garage and go in and |
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Come back the next morning, the rims are still spinning |
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Hit the doors on that Phantom, man, that *******t looks like the Ba*******obile |
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Thirty-two inch rims, *******t, I ain't even got no wheels |
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Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain |
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Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain |
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Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball |
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Get out the car, they be like, ah, there go them superstars |
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Hit every single store, flash a ******* wad of cash |
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But I ain't buying *******t, *******, kiss my candy-painted ass, we |
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Balling uncontrollably |
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Hit the corner liquor store to get Corona, tip the owners |
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Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up |
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And I'mma hit the cinema and I'mma get the hoes |
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When I be at a theater, *******t, anything goes |
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I'm balling outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough |
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But *******t, I'm stingy as *******, I'm ******* stingy ass hoes |
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These ******* don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like what up |
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Shut up, *******, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint's enough |
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If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get |
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Then I'mma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see |
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Balling uncontrollably |
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*******, get the ******* out my car if we ain't finna ******* |
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I'm horny as *******, *******, are you sucking my ******* or what? |
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I'll ******* a chick in the butt, I really don't give a *******t |
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Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a *******? |
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You ******* keyed up my Benz, *******, I beat up my friends |
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Don't think I won't beat a *******, I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs |
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You ******* retard, I'll have you sucking farts out my seat |
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I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat |
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What the ******* do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? |
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I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks |
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I ******* take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me |
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How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV? |
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Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys? |
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You ******* get in back, you're coming to Florida with me |
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Tell your momma I'mma drop you off at the hospital later |
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We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater, and quit your |
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Balling uncontrollably |
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Tracy, I joined this class 'cause I thought I'd be cooking with a partner |
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But she's never here and I don't get twice the credit for all the work |
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I didn't invent odd numbers, Seth |
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I know, but I'm over here in my unit, every day, cooking my terrible tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan |
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I mean look at him, it looks like the most fun I've ever seen in my entire life |
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And, I'm just saying, I wash and dry, I'm like a single mother |
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And no offense but everyone takes this class to get an A and it's bull*******t, but uh, no offense, I'm just saying |
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And I'm not putting down your profession, but when am I gonna need to cook tiramisu? |
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Am I gonna be a chef? No. There's three weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing. |
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Oh my god, that's like the coolest ******* story I've ever heard in my life, it's insane |
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Can you tell us again? Do you have time? Tracy, Tracy, can you hear me? |
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I'm in the car right now. Listen, I am McLovin, yeah. McLovin in the house! McLovin in the house! Yeah |
