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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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You niggas don't even know
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All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
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Show me somethin' I
ain't seen before
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That hoe want my piccolo
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Smoking on that mistletoe
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Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha,
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She look like a centerfold
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Mouth all on my genitals
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Suckin' on it like she gettin'
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vitamins and minerals
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I be on the chemicals,
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she be on my testicles
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Poke her with my tentacle then
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put her on my schedule
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Rolling up them vegetables
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Rapping with that special flow
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Only way you're next to blow if
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you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe,
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every day a fashion show
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Used to tote that Calico and serve
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like John McEnroe
Now I sell out all my shows
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Used to sell out all my blow
That was back when we was
coppin' dubs to try and roll a 4
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Now a nigga livin' good
I done made it out the hood
Think I'm goin' back?
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I wish a motherfucker would
Verse 2
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Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
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that's a goddamn lie, whoa
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Really doe, like really doe
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Really doe, like really doe
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They say I got the city on fire
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that's a goddamn lie, whoa
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Really doe, like really doe
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Really doe, like really doe
Verse 3
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Still wicked as Aleister Crowley,
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niggas know me well
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For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT,
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you haters can go to hell
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When you're getting money,
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nigga, every day is sunny
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I'ma act an as s on that donkey,
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let her pull my ponytail
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Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring,
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To show-and-tell, now now now I'm
married to the game to no avail
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Grounded me for like a month,
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now I'm gettin' high as fuck
Employer tryna write me up,
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but now I'm a writer
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With ambitions of a rider,
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and half the shit on my rider I don't even want
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The Fanta's for us,
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the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)
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Givenchy bikers with the Raf
rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing
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Ape on my dick
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Paid by the Bloods,
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raised by the Crips
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Soulo Ho the prophecies,
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atrocities, exhibition
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now a nigga livin' good
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But good could be better I wish
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a motherfucker would
Verse 4
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Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
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I ain't boomin',
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that's a goddamn lie, whoa
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They say I got the city on fire
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that's a goddam n lie, whoa
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Really doe, like really doe
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Really doe, like really doe
Verse 5
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Life is like an appetite of truth and dare,
I double dare ya
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Life can end in vain before the end is near
See I can hear you crying
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Silence sittin' in the dark
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Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart
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Sin is such a work of art
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Watch out for the love lost
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Bet a thousand,
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Things a nigga do for thousands
Made a million counting sheep
Gave it all to public housin'
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Beamin' up the motor, Scotty
Talking to promoters, Scotty
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Everybody know it's Gotti
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Murder one, you've heard of them
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The Revenant, the all day madness
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Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence,
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the blood on mattress
Big power, big stages
My zoo cannot fit the cages
This booth is not used to fakin'
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My crew just love confrontation
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I chewed the face off the laces
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I moved the weight from the waitress
I chef the pot that made poison
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I cooked then tipped all the patients
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My bitch is way beyond basic
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That's life insurance, car insurance,
good pussy insurance
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Aye, look what I ain't doin'
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Aye, ridin' in foreigns
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Aye, K-Dot, four years,
I got the same watch
But it's the real watch
and that bitch fire
Speed Racer waitin' outside
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The roof on it like a tank top
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Countin' money, watchin' paint dry
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When I'm done is when
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They say I got the city
Verse 6
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on fire
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I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie,
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whoa
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Really doe, like really doe
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Really doe, like really doe
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They say I got the city on fire
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I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie,
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Really doe, like really doe
Verse 7
Listen
I wish a motherfuckin' would
Brown, I had to put my foot down
So I could pop in the clutch
Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust
You gon' keep talkin' or are
we lockin' it up?
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And I'm the type of nigga it ain't
never been an honor to judge
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You a mouse that the falcon picked up
So disrespect and gettin' checked
like the top of the month
I was a liar as a kid so now
I'm honest as fuck
And I never passed my mama no blunt,
it kept my head straight
Less than deadweight,
never been a problem to dump
Look, I just broke up with my bitch
cause we ain't argue enough
I keep it dirty as the spliffs my
uncle Alchemist puff
I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit
your mouth with the club
I wake up early on 'em,
gettin' out the house is a must
It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit,
countin' your dubs
Either that or you gon' catch me on
a mountain with monks
Loungin', ask your girl why her
mouth on my nuts
You've been the same
motherfucker since 2001
Well it's the left-handed shooter,
shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump
I'm at your house like,
"why you got your couch on my Chucks"
Motherfucker
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