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Yeah
Fuck
Uh
Beast the body bag in the Gmail
Post it in Inglewood in front of the seashell
Rappers telling weak tales
Fuck the walk away music until my feet swell
Chicks sign my details
Big things come in small packages
Laugh at chicks that’s ugly as fuck that want slaps of dick
Three Six Mafia world domination
Loose magnums at the gas station
Dig in the weed stash
Pick up all the fine hoes that tell me their needs fast
Fuck I look like, a fucking sugar daddy
Bitch I look good in caddys
N***as run fast in the hood but hate track meets
I fell asleep at the derby, the shit was boring
Went to see Chiraq in the theater, n***as snoring
Smoking on big cannons
That’s word to my n***a Goose blowing on Tropicana
Still trying to drink a quart of water
It’s better than smoothies. Bеnding the rules how I’m killing you
Go into an opera just to samplе shit
I seen Oprah one time and day dreamed she grabbed my dick (Baby)
They playing Lou Rawls in the elevator
Elevated, delicate moments stoking on radiators
The only n***a that be cruising to some Zion I
This records the same as a fat kid staring at their mammas pie
Don’t touch, get your ass kicked
Spit about five times the planet injected with a whole lot of bullshit
I could name but I’m high
Nobody loves me so I love white rice
(That shit dry as fuck)
Send them that shit via PayPal
Same socks on for seven days straight, I stay foul (Ew)
Chilling with my Detroit tiger
She say eat you heart out, I dump the bodies in 8 Mile
Un-fucking-believable
Sending sauce to your mother fucking Gmail bitch