Look nigga I'm the boss, the mo' fuckin animal.
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One war, one phone call is how I handle you. {whew}
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On the grind, you pussy niggas hate, bitch I'm out in diferent states bought the ticket gettin cake.
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Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dolla signs,
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run with them niggas holdin glocks like its Columbine. {Pop, Pop, Pop}
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I'ma star in detroit so I gotta shine, far as Pittsburgh I'm the voice so I gotta Rhyme. {Yaaaa}
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Rhymen all the time, ever since the first day.
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now I'm gettin cake like ay day became my birthday.
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Somethin like an earthquake, the way the shit drop, I be at the tip top, postin with a big knot.
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You ain't know me hoe, you sit at home and just watch, less than hatas, stone cold spectatas.
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Young Boy Talk
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| Wiz Khalifa |
