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I pour that lean in the double-cup, 4, 500 stuffed in my joggersI got a lil' bitch in college be cuttin' up, she mix her Hennessy with the mollyIf you knew what I knew, boy, you wouldn't try mePrice on your head, boy, go get that body'Cause if it ain't running nose, it's Eddy MurphyThese all dirty hunnids from catching bodiesJust came back from South by Southwest in AustinAll the white people telling me that I'm awesomeCame a long way from taking no lossesDon't fuck with lames, I kick it with bossesDon't give a fuck, get it from my daddyIf I roll in my past, then just teach your familyNiggas ain't killing me, niggas ain't feeling meNiggas ain't real as me, niggas some hoesAsk for low, put them things on the roadRight hand on my soul, I don't love none of these hoesNiggas get in they feelings and diss me subliminallyThen they be wondering what done got into meI got the juice, you know juice give you energyFuck out your feelings, don't care who ain't feeling meYour girl always feeling me, lookI fucked the bitch, turn into a monsterNow that's your bitch, you tell her you love herPull off in a rental, come back in a foreignGet miss and dismiss the bitch because she boringFuck all that taxing, it's getting annoyingI need a freaky bitch like to do pornShe like to think she KardashianWhen Baby Jesus done rappin', I'm taxin' emBusiness is business, don't like it then fuck yaYeah, that's my nigga, don't mean that I trust himI'm still 'bout whatever, my nigga, I love youWhenever the shit hit the fan, need some crutchesWhenever the shit hit the fan, bitch, I'm bustin'You ever feel lucky? Come see if I'm bluffin'Yeah, you niggas know that's a no-goJammin' that paperwork, boy, that's a no-noKeep being affiliated with the po-poHold on, hold on, hold on, Snip, hold on, manYou gotta stop that shit right there, manI can not be affiliated with the po-poAll police-ass niggas stay away from me, manCheese-eaterI don't fuck around with pork, you hear me?I'm half-Muslim, you already knowBoy, where they do that atThat partnership, she said you gon' rideShoot me a nigga, I don't fuck with snitchesYou niggas is bitches, you tell on real niggasThen get out of prisonCan't wait 'til the day that they free all my niggas
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