(Verse 1: Tyga)
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One shot, bomboclat
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Bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like it's hopscotch
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Booty pop, my bitch don't wear that she prolly ass shots
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I dont give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
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Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I'm out
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Once upon a fucking time, had your bitch up in my house
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Cooking grits and riding dick
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Swear she the best chef around
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Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown
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I wanna rock, I wanna rock
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Tell these bitch niggas it's they time of the month, time of the month
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Niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done
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I'm so far in the clouds I can barely hear
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All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year
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GOAT's here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer
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Pump fear
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To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard
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Man, all these new niggas weird
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They all lining up to come and see the last king
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(Hook Tyga)
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I get money, I make money
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I take money, them bitches want it from me cause I'm
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I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
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I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
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Two more shots, then I'm out
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I'm a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
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I'm bout whatever man, I'm bout whatever man
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I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
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(Verse 2: Tyga)
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Man, I fucked your dime and now she's mine
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2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
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She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
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Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
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But whats your sign?
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Gemini?
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Scorpio, let me fuck from behind
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However you want it, baby
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Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
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Real nigga doe, real nigga doe
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Gotta freak bitch in the DBI, put me on doe
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Came in the door, kicked in the door
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Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
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Man, your paper thin, you need to take some notes
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Niggas steal my lines and say they don't, there go another new quote
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Im fresh off the boat, nigga let's toast
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Young Money real, y'all shit just a hoax
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Made a fairy tale, busy on a float
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Why would I lie?
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Forever under oath, I'm
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So fucking frustrated with your lady
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Get a flight, I send her home
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Man my love is oh so tainted
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If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing
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I'm on my monsters, they from a moshpit
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R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
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Man I be off Patron like its a holiday
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Fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say
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(Hook Tyga)
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I get money, I make money
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I take money, them bitches want it from me cause I'm
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I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
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I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
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Two more shots, then I'm out
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I'm a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
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I'm bout whatever man, I'm bout whatever man
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I'm with whatever, man I do it, do it better
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(Verse 3: Tyga)
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Man, I fucked your dime
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Still in my prime
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Young d, I'm freshest nigga on the line
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Better man up, it's about to go down
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Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground
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Let the rain fill the moats round my kingdom
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Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
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I'mma let you leave em screaming
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Dreaming just to get by
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Girl you so fly, why you so high?
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Two more shots, then I'm out
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I'mma motherfucking pottymouth
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I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
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Man I do it, do it better
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All bad bitches in my house
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I'm a motherfucker, fuck her then I kick her out
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I'm bout whatever, I'm bout whatever
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Man I do it, do it better
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(Verse 4: Busta Rhymes)
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Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
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I'm raw with beats
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So scavenger with it, nigga look like Jaws with feet
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You don't want it, bitch
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Yall niggas know I get gully, what you want?
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Listen close, y'all don't hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come through?
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Excuse me bitch
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Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do
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Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit
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You niggas already knew
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She keep on fronting niggas, then I'm lighting up another city
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Got her fighting til they get to biting, they we getting gritty
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See the time and now a nigga climbing up another milli
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Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me
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Forth and back and my dying is a nigga til it pulls up on the track
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Then I'mma die sixty niggas til we pop off like we in the wild west
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When I finished giving you the crack whaaat?!
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If you knew I'm in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
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Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now
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Still everyone know I gotta potty mouth now
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Shiiiit they got me doing it again
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Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
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You can never stop the shit that I'm doing
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And the way that we moving
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Get it popping, never stopping, kill em in the end now
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And I'mma get em to the point when I got em all open, handling my business with em ha!
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Trust me you don't wanna start cause you know its torture!
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Every single minute til I finish with em
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And I knock shit down
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Every time I come and then I lock shit down
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Til I come up place niggas better drop that crown
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Ever here, 'fore I pop you clowns
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And I go erase niggas!
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Potty Mouth
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| KeY Wane |
