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[Verse 1] |
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He's on drugs again |
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My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a *********** again |
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And I swear to God if the cops come again |
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I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin' |
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Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin' |
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My ***********, your mouth, no discussion |
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Yeah, it's all happenin' |
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I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin' |
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[Pre-Hook] |
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Turn up the *********in' volume |
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And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? |
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[Hook 1] |
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Let me see them nipples baby |
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Don't give it all up, just a little, baby |
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I'm just tryna free your mind |
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Cause all you see is dollar signs |
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[Verse 2] |
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Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer |
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Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture |
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Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster |
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Pull Spanish *********** but I speak nada |
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And she got a need to roll the *********** all up |
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You ain't got a chance when it's me on you |
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I'm a *********in' legend, girl |
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Get that *********** killed, *********** out in Edinboro |
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[Pre-Hook] |
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[Hook 2] |
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Leave that *********** crippled, baby |
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Let me slide right down a little, baby |
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Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face? |
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She's blinded by the streets |
