Know I¡¯m a wild guy, no lies,
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She seen the money, gotta pop that.
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I told her put her Cannon on my third leg, tripod.
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I knock us of, out the circle and put it in my limb pocket
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And she tried to get it popping
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I feed her ass on the rimpacka.
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I see no limits, call me primela,
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Niggers think they fly, they¡¯re a bunch of caterpillars.
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Yeah, I¡¯m back like the rear, T veneers,
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Don¡¯t play around the snickers, ¡®cause I have the inteers.
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Got a big nose, got big balls, can¡¯t tell me that, I heard it all.
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Kill the rappers, left or right, make me get a gun charge.
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Official like vitto, I¡¯m a heavy hitter, you heard of that,
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Don¡¯t jump in the water, I will turn into a mermaid.
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My niggers is dope, them boys is broke,
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Them boys are rude, they love dropping the soap.
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She says she¡¯s got her own man, I say oh yeah, it¡¯s that true?
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Is he in a wheel chair or is he by the dance hall?
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Run that in my house you might as well bring a coffin
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And some changing clothes, ¡®cause you might be wetter than a dolphin.
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Got a ghetto chick with no kids and rich as a bee,
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Knocking all my bonus, better pay her out of my list.
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My girl got a good ass, your girl a boot dagger,
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Kill all you rappers, put you together, that¡¯s a parallel.
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I be your survival issue, really I don¡¯t give a chuck.
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It is so good, mess around, need a tummy tub.
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Too nice if a body worth it, kill the beat, close the curtains.
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Bunch of niggers over famous so I¡¯ll never be hugging.
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Leave the game for certain, back in the suburban.
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Run and get done on, my all niggers be stay alerting.
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