You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
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'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
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You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom,
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Raise another brew to your face with you
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Swollen palm
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Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
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Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
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Muthafucka, if I was high you would die,
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Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye
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[Chorus:]
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Who are you tryin' to judge me?
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Get the fuck out my face
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Who put you so above me?
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Clear the fuck out my space
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You say that I want sex all the time
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That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
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Well that's right I want sex all the time
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That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
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Well that's right I want sex every minute,
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Every hour of the day,
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Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
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But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit,
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You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness
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In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts,
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Suckin' butt,
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With your tongue up my fuckin' ass,
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[Chorus]
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Get the fuck out my face
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Yeah
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[Chorus]
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You need to stay the fuck out my face
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Stay the fuck out my got damnned face
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Who Are You
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