(feat. Tyga, Shanell)
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[Tyga:]
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Ha, pikaboo bitch,
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Swag scare your kids,
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My airplane clothes flyer than your bestes shit,
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Gorillas in the mist, pro black pump they fist,
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I'm from the planet of the apes, King kong clips,
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Silence lambs bitch,
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Run through your land trippin,
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Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya,
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If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas,
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This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers,
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I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax it's mental,
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shit you know what I do,
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Tell me what you tryna get into,
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The man cars rented,
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The man car killing,
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Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
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Ha boys to man business,
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We don't hire bitches,
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Just fire bitches,
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It's young money fire spitters,
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Them red ants is with us
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And they ain't ate they dinner,
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Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish,
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I'm killin these records they put me in guiness
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I really don't giv a f-f-uck if you witness,
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You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it,
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I still gon get my fucking percentage,
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I cuss a lot cause bitch I'm seers,
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Young no beard, get soup,
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Like gumbo with shrimp,
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Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch,
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[Lil Wayne:]
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Uhh, now let me start by sayin
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I don't like this beat,
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But I'm a weather the storm I'm a lightening streak,
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Uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me,
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Them crazy freaky bitches try to cirque du soliel me,
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Got some new bitches, trail got me laughing,
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The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket,
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Shot gun on the kitchen table,
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The shells in the cabinet,
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fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon,
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Wet pussy is my cabin,
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More bitches than a pageant,
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I keep a house full nigga call me bob sagat,
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Spending time backwards,
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Hotter than a cactus,
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And we ain't in the building we the fucking contractors,
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Y YM, why muthafuck why hate it,
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Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated,
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Quarter bag weezy,
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Young time brady,
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Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby,
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Hehe good morning dude,
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Eagle street car in tune,
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Long dough, no short bread, no lorna doon,
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I'm warning you,
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We on the move,
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Bunch of female dogs and garden tools,
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That's bitches and hoes,
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Hospital full, sick of my flow,
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Hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load,
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I load millions and more millions,
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Money to the ceiling,
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nigga no ceiling!
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[Shanell:]
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Step up in this bitch 5 o clock in the morning,
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The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning,
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I'm a get that worm now,
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Tell em it's my turn now,
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Yo niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon learn now,
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I do this for the love of it,
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Saliva cause I love to spit,
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And I juke it for my future records
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You gon love to spin,
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Fucking with my bredren 10 years strong,
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And he put them dreds in silver john long,
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But he's more like platinum,
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Hold up heres a napkin,
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Pick your jaw up off the floor
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And tuck your tongue right back in,
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Tell me where is Mack Maine
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... That's all I have
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That's All I Have
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| Lil' Wayne |
