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[Verse 2]While I'm drivin',I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shootersWe jump inside of the Buick,You duck and hide from the RugersA couple choppers,Acoustic in the guitar with the musicGuess I'm alive and I use it,Get stuck inside of the cubicsI never lie, but the truth isI'm fuckin' tired of these losersAnd all my life want the foodWhen it's supper time in the juiceBut I'd rather die than to lose,It's a matter of time 'fore I lose itAnd strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-tWalk in the trap like a boss, oohHo, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, oohPretty, with a face full of scarsAll they did was build me up, try to take me apartThey ain't never wanna (celebrate)Like you have a labelCall the doctor,Heard the chopper make 'em do the MacarenaAll you niggas sweet as candy,Chocolate chip and Now and LaterJolly Rancher, stick toBubblegum and watermelon flavoredGet the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the cornerHeard you niggas got the juice, but I got CoronaGot a little Spanish bitch, I call her mariconaJoyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' saunaYeah, I make you niggas (elevate)All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woahDesigner shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)All we do is win, you a loser to meRappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavitiesBunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of meYou don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)Hard to make 'em happy,All these bitches stay mad at meI just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri[Verse 3]Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?What you utter? Stop stutterin',What you spend? Let me double itLime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mintsIf all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble thenShut up before I spank you for actin' upNow I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause she bad as fuckAnd all gorillas don't wantBananas 'less your chain is tuckedYou wiggity-wack with the strap,You cross Chris, make you jumpI criss-cross with the pump,Ain't no bricks in the trunkLeave that shit for the chumps,I still get what I wantDon't wanna believe in my mind,But you believe in my dumpI'm takin' a knee for my side,Could give a fuck 'bout they ownersNigga look at my eyes,You 'bout to give me my bonusAnd every motherfuckin' record,That's a hit, I record it (celebrate)And every motherfuckin'Snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)You paid your way for this fadeAnd can't even afford itSeventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)And all these bad bitchesCan't keep their feet down (elevate)You don't really wanna see BrownNeed to stop all that shit,Talkin' put the seat downJoyner, I don't really feel these niggasHol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggasTime is money,Need to fuck around and bill these niggasVet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)I'ma drill these niggas,I should grill these niggasTake flex, Fresh Prince,Uncle Phil these niggasOh shit, I'm the shit,You could smell me, niggaBreak ribs, yeah,You don't want no real beef, niggaI say As-salāmu ʿalaykumWhen I tear apart some baconHoe, you actin' like a pig,You fuckin' filthy, niggaNow the police trynaLock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"I said, "da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga"[Verse 4]They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)Oh, you want war? Say no moreTurn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)You better be sure, better be sureI'm the realest nigga that I knowAnd I'm so bored, I might switch carsI saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)And neighbors knockin' on my door,What the fuck you want?Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)Listen, nigga, mind your business,I'm so sick of niggasTellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' overEvery motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my rideI was watchin', you was shoppin'Ain't never had the shit in my sizeNow I'm poppin', I'm poppin'And your bitch keep hittin' my lineIt's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitchGivin' it to the side bitch at the same damn timePuttin' my face in it, never wastin' itI'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more timeAnd then I'ma proceed and play with the pussyYou know I don't keep my cape on a hoodieBut I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie,Make a movie if you're actin'So (celebrate)
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