D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside
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But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie,
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You are now fuckin with the newest nigga best out,
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Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I'm stressed out,
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L.B checked out, Bad bitch chest out (them titties)
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No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,
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Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (fuck it)
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I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin
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Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,
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Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney
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100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,
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I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,
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Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,
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Sex on thighs, I might let Alexis drive,
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Jesus chain testify, I over Accessorize,
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Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out
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When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen, When you up in the party
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Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines
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Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin
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And I spit (Scratch) that retarded shit, Just call it autism
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And I'm so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition
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For me, Cut-Cut Look immma dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon
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Pick her up,
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Yup,
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And I'm unusual as shit, I am superbad yo girl prolly
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Doodlin my dick, And it's a couple school up in my head that
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Could use a fuckin wrench, and I'm jus lookin at the game like they can use
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A fuckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon
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Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first,
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Then I'm comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe,
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Dimes and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,
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Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper,
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Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,
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First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't
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Worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall,
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Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,
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Ballin 'till I get a milla-check Darco,
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I just give em line afta line, afta line afta... Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,
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They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth,
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Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches, The seeds finna blow,
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I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga,
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I put that green up like missle toe nigga
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Supa Dupa Lemonade Freestyle
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