ft. Casey Veggies, IAMSU!
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Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass
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Fraud ass, dog ass, lying ass
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Clown ass, punk ass, mark ass, bitch ass
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Niggas
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Don't try to play me, man, 'cause I ain't with that shit
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Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
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Bussin', man, she bussin'
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Bussin', man, it's bussin'
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Bussin', man, bussin'
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Bussin', man, we bussin'
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Man, you tripping niggas love it when I gas up
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I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff
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Now lift your shirt, I wanna see your rib
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That pussy fat what you be feeding it? I'm back up on the scene again
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You never catch me lacking, never happen, never will
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You put that pussy on the pedestal and pet it still
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You got the game wrong, you need to brainstorm
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I'm on a campaign, titties and champagne with us
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If you ever see us popping in your section
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Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch a question, huh
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She say she with the shits
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If you by yourself I ain't with that shit
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit
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Don't try to play me, man, 'cause I ain't with that shit
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Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
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Bussin', man, she bussin'
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Bussin', man, it's bussin'
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Bussin', man, bussin'
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Bussin', man, we bussin'
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Baby girl, fell in love with the whip game
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Type of money make a young chick go insane
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Jacket fifteen hundred, get it when I want it
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Spend it 'cause I got it, smash it in the morning
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She know I'm the prince of the west side
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It gas her up yet she leave with her head high
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Japanese denim, yeah, I'm with it
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European whipping
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I look like I could be from somewhere overseas
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Get down on your knees
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You messing with some cool kids slash niggas from the streets
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That mean don't play no games
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Don't waste my time
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Don't say no names
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Don't try to play me, man, 'cause I ain't with that shit
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Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
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Bussin', man, she bussin'
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Bussin', man, it's bussin'
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Bussin', man, bussin'
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Bussin', man, we bussin'
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Timb boots with the sweatpants, do the jet dance
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Used to call us monkeys, now they call me bait man
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Louisiana, gold chains like I'm MC Hammer
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Chicken shack on Bourbon St. out in Louisiana
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Paid dues, I just rep where I was raised, fool
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Lame dudes duplicate my wave like a wave pool
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Stay silent, gold teeth with the 12 solids
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White and yellow gold, it look crazy when I'm smiling
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Bernie shopping, Marcelo copping
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What you think, I'm falling off? It's not an option
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Me and Mikey know we not straight outta Compton
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But we some niggas with some attitudes about to profit
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You heard me
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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I ain't wit that shit, I ain't wit that shit
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In case you forget, I ain't wit that shit
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Don't try to play me, man, 'cause I ain't with that shit
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Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
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Bussin', man, she bussin'
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Bussin', man, it's bussin'
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Bussin', man, bussin'
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Bussin', man, we bussin'
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Bussin
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| Sir Michael Rocks |
