(Hook 2x)
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im the drunkest(wat) highest wat) crunkest(wat) toughest(wat) buckest(wat)roughest(wat) motherfucker in here the rawest(wat) hardest(wat) wildes(wat) smartest(wat) coldest(wat) tightest(wat) motherfucker in here
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(verse1)
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you can step the fuck up off uv me (bitch)
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I dun already told you u aint stoppin me (bitch)
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we killers from the camp that got the back uv me (bitch)
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you shooda known I waz part of the family (bitch)
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before im bout to rock the fuckin industry (bitch)
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and plus im representin memphis tennissee (bitch)
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and I aint givin up until im seven feet (bitch)
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yes i said seven thatz one foot deeper see (bitch)
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yall realy do not know watz about to approach (bitch)
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Ill kill ya quicker then a some Raid could kill a roach (bitch)
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Im rawer then your dick wen it rub genst the panties (bitch)
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could giv a fuck if I dont ever see a grammy (bitch)
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im gon keep rocin only wat i know and see (bitch)
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and wat I see I write it down and then begin to speak (bitch)
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you have no fuckin reason to be hatin me(bitch)
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but i guess aggrivation jus come wit bein me (bitch)
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(Hook 2x)
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(Verse 2)
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I woke up early twist tha blunt up (bitch)
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stumblin from the night before still fuked up (bitch)
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couldnt tell ya wat i did in the last 24 (bitch)
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weed xanex and syrup yea im on the floor (bitch)
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but dont think that wont stop your jaw from gettin broke (bitch)
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I got a bunch uv killers that be on the fuckin scope (bitch)
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and plus my killers came wit .44s aimed at ur throat (bitch)
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you aint got no time to run and you already know (bitch)
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your heart took a pause wen wyte walked in tha door (bitch)
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the hoes pussy got moist wen i began to flow (bitch)
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and know the subject matter in hands i cop up wit mo (bitch)
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the louder i spit my style the crowd will larger grow (bitch)
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the bigger the crowd gets the more the money flows (bitch)
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the bigger pockets in rocin gon make me giv ya mo (bitch)
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I got a destination in life and know thatz for sho (bitch)
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infactuated wit music good drugs and fuckin hoes (bitch)
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(Hook 2x)
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(verse 3)
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the name iz lil wyte and ima set ya strate (bitch)
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you fuckin wit me you fuckin witn the bay (bitch)
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greusome consequences repeat wat you say (bitch)
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molded myslef now how could you have made (bitch)
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left it all bloody wen i stepped off the stage (bitch)
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murdered tha mic and then went out on a rage (bitch)
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slicin' n dicin' these rappers headz wit blade (bitch)
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your musics amusing but i am not amazed (bitch)
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my skill had been sheltered almost like I been caged (bitch)
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I been skipped over once and turned to another page (bitch)
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like these other dummies that got dropped off this lable (bitch)
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Im not gon let this money have me snorttin off the table (bitch)
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but im gon make it snappy for approval if im able (bitch)
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this here iz not a lie story a fib or even a fable (bitch)
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with HCP and lil wyte a perfect combination (bitch)
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the crunkest wildest toughest motherfuckers in the nation (bitch)
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(Hook 2x)
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In Here
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| Lil' Wyte |
