Hello, I'm a salesman sort of a giant
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I sell molly and mary and other various items
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One time one guy came to where I'm residing
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And I didn't invite him so instead tried to fight him
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I got violent, long story short he's not breathing
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For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
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Couldn't stop the addiction and the irony is
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A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Task force poured into my fortress
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Found some lipstick, a couple corpses
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Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm
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I'm ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms
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They found a couple portraits on the porch
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But they don't check up under the floor
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It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty
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Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty
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I'm a bull, red, piss me off
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Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
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So I bit 'em off, they was too soft, I'm a wolf
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And a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather, and wool
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And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
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Baking cake 'cause its good, I mean I would if I could
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But I like playing dress up and mix match
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Sorry, I'mma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side
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I sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
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What's in my trunk?
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White, girl
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What's in my trunk?
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White, girl
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You need a warrant, officer
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You could say I kill 'em if my product doesn't
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Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down
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It's pretty disgusting, finger 'cross your face
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I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood
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Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven, yeah
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Garbage
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| Tyler, The Creator |
