[Silkk the Shocker]
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Woke up one morning, hang over from last night
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I was drunk as fuck plus I was throwin up,
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an my eyes was like hella tite
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Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack
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I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door
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An fo' i did I went back an grabbed my... strap
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I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit
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nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit
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You got some yayo, give it here
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I triple that shit for only fifty percent
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See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store
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Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y'all hittin fo'
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Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man
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It be like Charles Barkley
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I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game
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Man, it's cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty
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Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I'ma have to toss him
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See y'all be trippin but I don't be slippin
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Pop a clip in when I'm blastin an best believe I don't be missin
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It's that nigga - wassup, playa, niggas get fucked
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Playa haters get bucked, so wussup?
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Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E
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Yo the last letter be me, a straight G
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I keep busters on they back, keep 'em flat that
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Nigga, wassup, one-times'll try to check ya, I'm at that
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Woke up this mornin, something didn't feel right
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Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs
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Musta been the girl I met at the club last night
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I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what?
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Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick
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and I knew last night I musta fucked
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1 Morning
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Silkk The Shocker |