[Slug]
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It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew
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Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do
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We voice love to the heads we know that walk past
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Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot glass
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And I talk fast when it comes to girls
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Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
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Maybe we could shut the world up
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Let some slug into your life
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Suddenly she hypes an eyebrow up, like
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"What do you mean?" and I start buggin like
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"If I was to fallowed you home would you keep me
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Would you feed me, would you pet me
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Would I fuck you till your sleepy?"
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She said I'm creepy, and walked off
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Too late, I already got off on the fact you even stopped
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You knew I'd treat you like an object
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You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
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For us rapper men to disrespect women infront of friends
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Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
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Went to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit
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Gettin super touchy with his lips about
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how I stuck his bitch supposedly
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What the fuck is this supposed to be
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Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew
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Now tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
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I spew. Look ?? makes believers of cartoons
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And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the afternoon
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Honestly, my man, you don't bother me
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Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed who his father be
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[Chorus]
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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[Slug]
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Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
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It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun
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Shit gets done like that in the world of rap
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If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it slides
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So I sprint up three flights, didn't do the feet wipe at the door
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Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
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Couldn't believe my squad just stood there and watched
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Word to God, spawn tellin me to blame it on my cock
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I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out there
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I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back downstairs
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Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the closet
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Visualizing the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
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I push the top up, enough to fit my hand in
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Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty
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Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open stun
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Then I remember, I don't even own a gun
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[Chorus]
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"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What, What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
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I'm like "What, What, What, What"
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[Outro]
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Writers Never Die
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Writers Never Die
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Writers Never Die
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Writers Never Die
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WND
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| Atmosphere |
