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Da Bumble
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I flipped a Lexi, speed up and catch me
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Lexus of Concord, reached out and touched me
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Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like Roz, be messy
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I know some beautiful black intelligent women, they're sexy
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E-40's back and blackened, I don't be barkin
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No even high cappin, you better watch me
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I'm comin snippin, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
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Bet your persodian, 30-R-6-castodian
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Special shot to casual deal the sales in opium
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About the town, the valley Joe
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Just like a democratic, I'm from the hall
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Fuck the bumble, you bitch it ain't no punk hoe
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Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla tryin
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to get up out of a trunk hoe
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Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
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They'l be makin nasties at the bus stop and trackin it
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Every egg that I pull in bulges
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When it comes to spittin I'm ferocious
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Management in cabbages, Savage
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Hangin out when all the sudden I'm eatin ham sandwiches
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All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
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She say, bieetch! that-a-way, keep it goin now
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Don't stop, shakin baking soda, forms a rock
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36 steps on a triple beam scale
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Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
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Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
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Ate it like I'm a specialist
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(Drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
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Thinkin I put cause like this
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You know I'm (puzackin'?), n the morning, makin bacon
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From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
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Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
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I rip my draw-string, runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
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Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
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Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz love me
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I see ya tweakin, I see ya peekin
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Your roaches with me, while you're sleepin
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A motherfucker ain't gotta be Flash Gordon on
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the front of a bash to get a bash have you one more
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protect the shit one more duct dash to come up your ???
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Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign Scorpio
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See the breeze soldier, V-A-L-L-E-J-O
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Never show witness to your
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Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
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I'm tryin to get legal with it
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Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
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Cash in stashes, that's a must
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We leavein with a million and that's a plus
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Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
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My BM's whistlin, or Hawaii
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1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
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Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit Reno
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Ball cappin, no smilin
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Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
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Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
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You clits it ain't no punk hoe
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(Outro chit chat)
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Da Bumble
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