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Yo, um, yo |
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Oh so *******y, you can't stop me in this old |
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Versace ******* watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey |
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Your ************ is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi |
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Takin' the doggies right to the face like she |
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Kobiya************ |
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You *******s' flow is washy, |
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I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned |
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Tight seam, it might seem, |
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I'm sellin' ******* pipe dreams |
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Hi fiends, |
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I'm back with a bag of them packed white things |
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My nikes clean, |
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I see these *******s hatin' through my ice blings |
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I'm a bad mother*******, |
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I ain't use a rubber |
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Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother |
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The truest colors what |
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I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of |
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******* leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid suckah |
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Young Dom, say you old *******s should wrap it up |
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You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough |
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The fattest blunt and death to that pop-pop, |
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I ain't ask for much |
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And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck [Verse 2: Earl Sweat************rt] |
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This that thirty deep, it's |
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Saugus ************t, fire starter, squadron |
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Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz, it's probably cause |
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He prodigious,pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy |
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And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy |
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Thick bristle type ******* on a ************ steez |
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Stanzas diesel like |
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Vic Tanny on a fritz, whoops |
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System overload, itchin' for a foe to poach |
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Spittin' like the engine on a mother******' motorboat |
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Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all |
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Affection for these *******s, redirectin' all these *******s |
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Very literal, type to sip the |
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Mickeys out of cereal |
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Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool? |
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Hundred stand against me, |
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I'm a menace void a villain, sue me |
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Drivin' into fences cause |
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I hit the whip a little woozy |
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************ I'm busy cruisin' ' |
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Scuse me [Verse 3: Vince Staples] |
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Can't even walk up in the church without these *******s tryin' to testify |
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I live to die, better that than to live a lie |
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I rap better than most these rap veterans |
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Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that |
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God let us in |
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Momma didn't wanna give birth to a ******* |
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Should've murdered a *******, |
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I'm a cancer to the youth |
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Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it |
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On site, scary as prom nights with |
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Carrie Or car rides with |
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Berry, that's |
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Halle not |
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Brent Shootin' like |
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Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy, |
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I did *******s want |
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Grammys and ************t, that's funny to me |
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Cause since the first take it's been about money to me |
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I'm just tryin' to get what |
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Diddy got |
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Doin' what got |
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Biggie shot |
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They told me that |
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I wasn't ************t, but left me in a litter box |
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Give it up and get a job [Verse 4: Action Bronson] |
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Uh, get a job ************ |
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I'm like the boss from the end of the |
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Nintendo game |
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My brain is on another level, |
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I can feel the |
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Devil's pain |
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Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor |
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The good author, good brain in a good |
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Porsche Dancin' drunk in dress pants like |
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I'm a hunk |
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Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the |
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Trump Front-flip into this high yellow |
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Chinese ************'s rump |
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Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch |
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I roll a joint like a |
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Motumbo arm- |
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I'm high cousin |
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Every time |
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I roll the dice it's five hundred |
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When I order wine, it's nine hundred, |
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French chefs kneel before me |
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End of story take a shorty to the sortee |
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That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there |
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I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer |
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While I'm wearin' flip-flops |
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************t's real, grip the wheel, lift steel |
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That's it |
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Woo, ******* yeah, hello |
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Fan fare, bravo, encore |
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Thats' a wrap |
