[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
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[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
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Big willy, I'm fuckin' whores
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Since a youngin' grabbed the pistol, skipped the chores
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Hit the weed and said a¢æ©«It's ona¢æ?
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Got with my older Loc's they threw your boy a zone
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Before my mom could smell the scent that shit was gone
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Movin' on to bigger things now, don't call my phone
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Carry chrome, I think them boys after me
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But I shoot fast like athletes
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Number one Magic flipper, I'm Anthony
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Oops, threw a couple at your coupe
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Mr. Hard-top, don't fuckin' lose your roof
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Smashin' on a 110
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Empty most of the clip, shit only got one sin
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Where's Waldo at? Put this bitch to his lens
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Got the dimes all wrapped, on his block like you're still friends
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Still low from the po-po, no L's in the Volvo
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Mask gon' catch a photo when my glove's wrapped around the 4-4
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[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
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Called it statuatory rape cause the steak wasn't mature
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I'm laid out by the lake, you lay with inflatable mates
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I lace my shoes tight and ready for the paper chase
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I like my girls with African bodies and Asian face
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Only green M&M's placed in my dressing room
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Pineapple juice, roast turkey
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If I want, I got a bitch to suck a thirty dick circle
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Then hop up in a cab, this just to serve a bitch purple
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Come back, make rice for the fellas
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Every single person rockin' leather
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Cheddar attatched, my mental is hash from the medicine cabinet
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Rock a shirt, got the pattern of the wilderness habitat
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I make kids, and it felt ready
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Yours are 23 wearin' bibs slurping spaghetti
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Your family cancer took her tits off
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Don't even look us in the eye
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Spit the shit to make a lesbian cry, dyke
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Demolition Man
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |