[Verse 1:]
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Murder, murder someone you never heard of
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What you need to be scared of, pullin' your bitches skirt up
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Swimmin' with womens surfs up, blue Jordan Air 1's Smurfed up
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My breath stinks like I burped up, I'm dirty like a dirt truck
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Freeway music sorry but I must emerge up
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I always come first never place with the third cup
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Don't act like you deaf nigga, I know you heard us
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Thats why you shaking in your pants bitch, you nervous
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I rhymes 'til I can't get no higher
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Moth to the flame and I am the fire
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Nick Cannon on my hip, right next to Mariah
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Messiah, desire before I expire
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We tie you in your home with the phone lines wired
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Worked to tight, midnight rider
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3 a.m. pull up right beside ya
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(3 a.m. pull up right beside ya)
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I live with bats like I'm a fuckin' Dodger
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Neighborhood life right by Mr. Rodger
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You niggas get more even and I get more odder
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(You niggas get more even and I get more odder)
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[Hook]
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I run off winter time like a platinum Rolex
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[Verse 2]
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Eat my dust taste my auto fumes
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Original swagger no autotune
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Niggas hit the radio and they gettin' respect
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I'm still dialing Power 106 calling collect
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Express through music I explore myself
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Self-made money, I employ myself
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Contemplatin' suicide should I destroy myself
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Or restore my health cause I support like belts
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Pull up your trousers this world is Mario find a realm
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And you up against Bowser
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I'm sorry to the girls, fantasizing about me in your browser
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My girls 'bout it, 'bout it, don't let her get roweled up
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I count up every dollar that I get from the ground up
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Cowboy with the rope and I gallop when I round up
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Eight to ten I chase to win
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Finish where I left off where do I begin
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[Hook]
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Rolex
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Mellowhype |