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Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't ******* with new *******s
I blue's your ******* ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
*******s feed these *******'s lies, ******* don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My *******'s like Kanye with that good
My *******'s like Lou Rawls with that blow
*******s sayin they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' ******* and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that ******* and hit her with moves you don't even know
*******'s be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
*******'s be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my ******* Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These *******'s sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My ******* rolling my *******, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, *******
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my ******* good, my *** better
*******, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a *******
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these *******'s goin' buy em' everything
You goin' ******* around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, ******* rock hard
******* harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this *******t for all my *******'s
Her mouth, *******, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't *******', she get the boot
Let me write this ******* a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard *******ft, man these *******'s been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that ******* and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't ******* with these ******* *******'s, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, *******man bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that ******* to the next *******
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young *** pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
What up 5?
Rocko ******* with me!
Yeah!
Future ******* with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard *******ft, man these *******'s been dead
5!
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