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Say Im better than To the that I rap over outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, thats what told me Giving us test, cause we rollin And know a act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading They penalize us, tryna us down They constantly us up why were buck wild Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo When you know you fuck my woman and eat my barbecue How the you wanna watch my house But dont wanna live on my The ape man Tarzan how the f-ck you better than me? Rap, I run that rock, and got a shot Who we got black wife up in that White House I my lick and didnt sell out I was in the bing, I bail out Hoping motherfucker run and out Back to the top from the house em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what do
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Who out f-cking with me, huh? Tell me that Im bout to drop that shit, my Pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my back I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You done made that bed You done built this castle Buckwheat and his Alfalfa Couldnt do nothing this little rascal I wonder licking nigga what the hell Talking business, yeah Yeah bitch, shit Dont be f-cking me Cause you wont get off I feel like Drew Brees When they kick off football How I cut the ref, you cant stop bleeding Rappers betta me alone If gon keep on breathing Now keep on starving and gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking, and Imma keep on Nigga, you gon be the one or be the one fleeing Nigga better on trucking You want no fucking trouble this evening
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Wayne] Uh, it crazy how shit be why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the percussion I just popped a couple pills, self destruction I something out of nothing, thanks for nothin I whip you pussies, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthaf-cking red like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby Im a We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I my queen Duffle bag too to carry to the car My in a jar Im food, I let the haters add a little Thats cool, I do it for all the niggas try And all the bitches Ive f-cked, and all my niggas that
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