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[Target deluxe version bonus track:] |
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[Verse 1] |
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Tunechi, uhh... |
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Walked in the bank like my shit don't stank |
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Bitch I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints |
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Pockets never empty, Weezy F full tank |
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Try to check me and I'mma leave that check blank |
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Tongue kiss that pussy make that woman have convulsions |
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I'm in this bitch throwin' up blood like a ulcer |
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Real nigga like a motherfuckin' slave |
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I R.I.P. these niggas, like a page |
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Umm, hello, how you doin', sir? |
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Dr. Carter M.D., that's mur-der |
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Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either |
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Bad bitches I get achoo like sinus |
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These niggas is fake like a bosom |
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And everybody's on edge until you push 'em |
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Haha, but the pleasure's all mine |
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Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time |
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Tunechi! |
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[Hook] |
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And I don't know how fake feel nigga |
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Cause all my life I've been a real nigga |
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All my life I've been a real nigga |
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Don't fuck up my night, I'm like |
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What's poppin'? What's your friend name? |
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What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change |
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I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game |
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Bitch I'm a a-hole, leavin' shit stains |
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Ho! |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm a asshole, but I don't give a shit |
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Like a hard dick I'm in this bitch |
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I'm sharp, I'm cold - icepick |
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Top off the Maybach - nice tits |
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I'm from Hollygrove, I used to hang with Elz |
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I make them bitches *Inhale noise*, they waitin' to exhale |
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I'm on some gangsta shit, knock your head off |
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Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog |
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Where them hoes at? Tell 'em I said "what's up?!" |
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I like a shaved pussy, no razor bumps |
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I got that paper bitch, come get a paper cut |
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Don't gamble in that pussy not even lady lucks |
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I make 'em straighten up and fly right |
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When life hands you lemons find the limelight |
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Yea, and the pleasure's all mine |
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Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time |
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Tunechi! |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Uhh, I like my alcohol straight bitch |
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I can't stop stuntin' I need my brakes fixed |
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Yea I'm on that shit like a fuckin' maggot |
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On the road to riches, you niggas stuck in traffic |
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Stomp a nigga out, keep the party goin' |
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Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoyin' |
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But if they friends bad then them hoes could join |
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I'm bout to shoot a porn I'm castin' broken arm |
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Got money on my mind, pussy on my agenda |
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I beat that pink pussy magenta fuck bein' gentle |
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Man I'm hard, these niggas is simple gun to your temple |
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I smoke 'til I look oriental high as a window |
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And I broke these niggas like pencils unaccidental |
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Bitch I meant to, dick in her dimples lick it I tremble |
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I swear this shit is mental, fuck it, my rent due |
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I school your ass and suspend you, you bitch you |
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It's Tunechi! |
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[Hook] |
