ft. JTK, Spiff
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Critter came in on this beat,
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Rapping like everyone else.
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I'm guessing I wouldn't be help
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If I listen to everyone else.
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Number ones, number ones,
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Number ones, like where the fuck is my belt?
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I ride on my ego,
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I make him a song just to ride by myself.
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A gun on myself, pop it out.
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'cause that is the only way that I be popping out.
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Niggers get popped, a lot of niggers popping out.
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2014 David Hasslehoff. Champagne popping?
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Nigger, mazel tov! Fucking 'round the Cano,
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When I shop a limousine, I'm pulled up by the scenery,
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Nigger, we made it, Stanches, Dackenoff,
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Auto griz, nigger shit, popping off.
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Niggers hating, niggers hating, 'cause they not about.
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I ain't worried by these nigger, not at all.
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Gon'be, helitate, Damn, wacker, we be thinking we irrelevant.
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I drop work, what I'm feeling now is pessimist.
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How the hell you ain't work, but you president.
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My team up 1000. we up in your trousers,
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Who you supposed to be, crouchy?
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I sleep ... and it's nothing but money
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And bitches around me.
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If I'm still in your plummbing, I'm killing your floor
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And no exceptions, no joke.
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They say soda and soda, well,
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Y'all don't know the difference between Soda and Coke.
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We made it. Nigger, we made it! Damn, we made it!
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This shit right here, you never seen,
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I'm hungry, where the fuck is Kellis Severteen?
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No more mister nice guy, promise I would pet a man
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Coming from a pedigree, but I would never leave,
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Take a shot, like everytime that they took a shot
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And I stayed drunk. I had other games where my ballers pre zip off, ...
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Commas, like, wait up! Ah.
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But what do I know now?
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Like they do not get bitches to low down.
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Girls say I'm the cruise Paul Walker.
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Damn, tell the driver to slow down,
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Did I fuck around and just cruise my ego?
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I keep going until the truth is exposed.
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And I am the truth, I've been truth from the go.
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But how can I grow in loose fitting clothes?
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Did you get it? Did you get it?
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You with it, you with it?
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I got it, I'm popping.
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I knew we would make it, I knew we'd make paper,
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Profit for profit,
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That girl was on here, she was easy,
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But somehow it was hard to get off it.
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She pull it, she twist it, I flick it, I spin it,
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I pass it, then pop it. Damn!
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I'm going crazy, I lost it before,
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But I'm loosing my head again.
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They beg for a picture, for Instagram V,
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It's relieve like some medicine head ackes.
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They say I'm not the best,
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But this what I hear when I ask them who's better then:
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Kid...
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We made it. Nigger, we made it! Damn, we made it!
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I just have a tour, bitches galore.
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The same bitch you ador, the bitch at my door.
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Got pigeons and more. You is wife is a whore,
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You didn't even know it.
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Hang out a question, my niggers they know that they got me.
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If she don't come back in the room,
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Then she gon'take shots in the lobby?
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Is she gon'get friends? I know they alot.
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Hey, 9 out of 10, they fucking with Ronnie.
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I need a cup of that Lina, my fucking felina.
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Maddy, who's gon'get the team, she gon'get that shit taddy.
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Now go put that fuck on your titty.
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Bugging so good, I ain't mad, these niggers get stuck in the city.
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I was out in the ... September was fading.
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Then went back in November, like, nigger, we made it.
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I remember, you hate it. Fuck it, lets go!
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We Made It Freestyle
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Roscoe Dash |