I don't need no TLC
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Ay, I just need some THC
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Hey, I'm higher than miss Courtney Love
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Like murder, in the 1st degree? Certainly
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You got me confused with them stupid broads
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Shooting dice in the streets taught me how to play the odds
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I find it odd that your Twitter page is private
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You got 2 phones, one of them stays silent
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Now who the f*ck is callin' in the middle of the night?
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They hanging up when I pick up, I'm bout to grab my knife
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You tryna play me like a boss, but you faker than Rick Ross, b*tch
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I'll cut your d*ck off, like Lorena Bobbitt
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Yeah, I'm Kreayshawn and you can't stop it
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I'm Britney Spears, and I just shaved my head
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I'm on hella-drugs: that's what I said
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I run up in your house with choppers like I'm Patty Hearst
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I'm stylish but violent like a tinted hearse
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And in my purse I got that .22
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I got the job done, you are a fool
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And V-Nasty, she driving the ghetto way
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I don't give a f*ck man, I'm Kreayshawn, I'm from the Bay
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And I'm from Oakland, oh we stay smoking
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A big blunt leaking out my mouth and I'm toking
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And you can catch me loaded on the block man
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No dirty socks, I'm a clean girl
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I rock the world, like a Spice Girl
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I'm fallin' off my chair cause I'm so high, man
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I get high all the time, all this shit on my mind
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But I got no trees with me I'm in Philly
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Someone please give me an O!
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I need weed, about a gram and a Dutch Master, please!
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Please deliver it quick
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I need to get high so I can freestyle right, man
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This ain't a joke, young Kreayshawn come through
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Facebook poke you
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Cosmic Kev Freestyle
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Kreayshawn |