Rap is like setup,
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Alotta games, alotta sucka’s with colorful names
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Im So and so, im this im that
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(huh) but they all just wick wick whack !
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ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
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ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
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I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
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I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
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But no name throwin’ punches like you lay down, should
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Niggas trippin’ like the grey hound hood
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Ill put the metal in you
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Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
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Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
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You cats sold your soul like kanye
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You got the devil in you
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Play it cool cause my team is like apes
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Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
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South central im a veteran there, on fire
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Jag smokin’ like peppermint hair
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Hommie show some type of love
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You and your floyed bag
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You try’na destroy jag
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Say im on some type of drug but
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I aint on the roids just piff, clown
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You sick now you playing and im sprayin’ like
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Chris brown, so get down
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Chain got em stingin’ like Chris now
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Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
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Im pissed now, leavin trails smellin’ like shit now
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I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
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Its lost in me and we dat click now
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You niggas boo boo
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You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
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Hella gats have you skatin’ like the bitch new new
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We da’’ best out bitch screw you….Jag
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(Chorus)
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my truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
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I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
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Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
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Then gave me brain like im takin a psychology class
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Im the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
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It’s a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
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You know im hot like venus, and im cold like Pluto
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Im a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
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Since you aint got a job like Tommy you mad
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Us eatin’ aint the reason the economy bad
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You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
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Im pilin’ in the line up you don’t want no drama with cass
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If your forgot ‘dat I was hot, im remindin’ your ass
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Im so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
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Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
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When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
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As far as females I got too many of em
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That’s why I switch every year,
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I got chicks everywhere yea,
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Every chick I be bringing by
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On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
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I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
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With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
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I never spit trash but now that im with jag
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You could get smashed quick fast with ya’ bitch ass…Cass
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(chorus)
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Niggas is wack
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| Cassidy |
