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[Hook] |
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Luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that |
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Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that |
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Down with that **********t, drink this, smoke this, get down with the **********t, aye |
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Down with the **********t, cop this, pop this, down with the **********t |
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[Verse 1] |
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Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver |
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Watch this, no tick, yeah, I’m the ********** |
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Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver |
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Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer |
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Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter |
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Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object |
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Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings |
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Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiending |
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Give me, give me, give me some |
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Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue |
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Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb |
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Blow it baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky-icky) |
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******g in the car service, thank me for the car pool |
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Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco |
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And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro |
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You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] |
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Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song |
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Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo |
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Tu quiero coger mi huevos, y papi molestes pero |
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Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron – let's get it |
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Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this |
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And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, **********, touche, en garde |
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Toupée drop and her two ********** pop out of that tank top and bra |
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And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo," **********, that be K. Dot |
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She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this |
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In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis |
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I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this |
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And focus, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this ********** |
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I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror |
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Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest |
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Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest |
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Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Bummy ********** famous, straight from the bottom |
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Broke **********s hate it, still never robbed 'em |
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Guns in the ba******t, out they have a problem |
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Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana |
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Function on fire, burn the roof off this *********a |
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Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other |
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****** steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama |
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Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a ********** fiending |
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Faded-faded-faded right |
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Shot glass super size, she gon' get some ********** tonight |
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Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside |
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Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky-icky) |
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Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude |
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What these **********s make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes |
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Smoking ****** and drinking, all the college students loving Q |
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We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too |
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[Hook] |