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I hold my money with my left |
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got the world in my right pocket smoke a |
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stoke in my right in between countin my profits poke a |
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face as I soak up the taste of display of women on my sofa |
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doin the type of things I love so much |
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but so what, I'm sleezy it's not easy being Joe Smut |
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with mo bucks than you can count, more than what's in your clutch |
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I could fund a small war and start a recession |
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the big dog, I boss hog, what I want is the question |
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If I dont get what I want then I'll take it and (blur?) the queasy thug |
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whose (?) like cheap drugs that keep me buzzed |
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the heat and fuzz couldn't touch me I'm outta reach because |
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I'm eatin lunch with a shady bunch, about to meet the judge |
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when people see me, they point and whisper "he's corrupt" |
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he couldn't care less, he's fearless, he'll give the reaper hugs |
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and as a kid he never took crap from no one |
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mud on his face, such a disgrace, cussin at grown-ups |
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I'm a big boss with big balls, everybody knows me |
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I'm a big deal, you should kneel, and crawl when you approach me |
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I got big bucks, big cars, I'm bigger than all the universe and its stars |
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I could buy your life whatever it costs |
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name your price, give me what I need then get lost |
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I could buy the blue from the sky I'm a rich hog |
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gimme it now, I'm not the guy you want to piss off |
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by any means, I get what I want and I want it all |
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