Bored bored in my house it's time 4
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Me to hit the streets and find me
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A freak without a bra unda her blouse
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It's over straight through finished hey
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you
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Look like that nigga that played in
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menace
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That's me but I'm not celebrity
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stricken
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They be choosen figuring I must be
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oozing
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With the bubbling doe they be sayin'
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Oh! He look right plus his flow sound
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Tight I don't know what he be talkin'
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About but it makes me upset but at
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the same
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Time it kinda makes me wet the game in
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The rhyme tells me that he's a vet
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It also tells me to get Met girl it pays
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But she doesn't know I'll molest her
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days
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Like sunrays don't play me ride to my shit
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Baby. Remove ya hands from ya
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draws no
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Diggin' in designated areas it'll make
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Me think ya itchin' for a bitchin'
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causin' me
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To holler obscenities they be dissin'
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me, these
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Swingers, dig in they're ass turn
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around
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And then smell they fingers
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I caught one
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No bullshit no joke that's why I had to
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stop
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Hitten' Indo smoke cause I be flashin'
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on
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These ho's the type of shit I see on
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Summer days make me write but I
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never
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Bite when I be riden'
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Hoorodden wit my folks Jay-Z is
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crazy
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Straight soldiers in this shit to
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Leave his side you couldn't pay me
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we be clownin'
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But won't get caught slippen' and
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sliden' slouchy
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in the afterlife talkin' like they got me,
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damn!
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I don't wanna die so I ride wit my
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patna' one eye
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One guy always be at me at the light
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hollerin'
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A bra I'll make ya windows tight faulty
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Is what he be on that squeegee see,
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I be
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Seeing streaks and shit get the fuck
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Away from my car I ain't got no
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money
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But I'm lying he smiled at me then
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Winked and flash me his diamond I
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Smobbed out the lot hit the corner
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And peeped him on a plot I watched a
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Nigga get got then around the corner
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We come took off the wig and gave
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me
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The game the same sentiment came
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from
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His intent but it's irrelevant 'cause
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Game recognize game and I'm intelligent
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So save it up and out burnt rubber on
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tha
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Pavement, the type of shit I see on
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summer
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Days makes me write but I never bite
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When I be riden'
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Just Riden'
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Saafir |