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Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9 |
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Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein |
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Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin' |
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Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics |
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Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't ******* with new *******s |
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I blue's your ******* ass hopes somebody give you rhythm |
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I got animal all in my flow |
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Take your shoes off at the door |
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*******s feed these *******'s lies, ******* don't food poison my ho |
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I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store |
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My *******'s like Kanye with that good |
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My *******'s like Lou Rawls with that blow |
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*******s sayin they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke |
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I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke |
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I saw yo' ******* and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go |
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Boy I get up in that ******* and hit her with moves you don't even know |
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*******'s be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close |
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I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf |
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If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat |
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*******'s be lukewarm at the most |
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And when I'm through ballin' I coach |
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Shout out to my ******* Mac |
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Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost |
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I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it |
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Tunechi |
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My kids already rich and they don't even know |
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These *******'s sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored |
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My ******* rolling my *******, she don't even smoke |
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Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, ******* |
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Uh |
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My cologne illegal in nine countries |
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I found a way like it was hiding from me |
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Yeah, my ******* good, my sex better |
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*******, don't text me no long letters |
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I'm ahead of the game, I need a ******* |
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Most of these ho's ain't got no job |
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And these *******'s goin' buy em' everything |
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You goin' ******* around, and get the ho robbed |
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I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut |
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Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug |
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And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums |
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I woke up this morning, ******* rock hard |
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******* harder than a armadilla' |
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MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this *******t for all my *******'s |
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Her mouth, *******, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions |
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If she ain't *******', she get the boot |
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Let me write this ******* a parking ticket |
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Ain't got time for love life |
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All I know is get paid |
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I'm high like Bonjour |
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Twisted like french braids |
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I got my own shoes, SLIME |
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T, I feel like MJ |
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I'm working that graveyard *******ft, man these *******'s been dead |
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Uh |
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I feel asleep in that ******* and I didn't even know |
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I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her |
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Yeah |
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Don't ******* with these ******* *******'s, you already know us |
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I'm looking for that loud pack, *******man bring the noise |
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Yeah |
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Pass that ******* to the next ******* |
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Blunt longer than a tongue twista |
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Ho's want this scud missile |
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I'mma ball, like Crystal |
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Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol |
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New money, no wrinkles |
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I'm hard headed, Ocho |
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Dedication Cinco |
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Uh |
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What up 5? |
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Rocko ******* with me! |
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Yeah! |
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Future ******* with me! |
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Yeah! |
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T, I feel like MJ |
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I'm working that graveyard *******ft, man these *******'s been dead |
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5! |
