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Nigga get a life, ten deep crewneck
Blunt to the face nigga, never ask who's next
Homie, I ain't two Tecs, that's BIG homie, ay
Where the fuck was his gangster ass out in LA
A Bay Bay, this is a not a dis
But your bitch look like Hurricane Chris
And nigga it's fact,
That what you rap fiction
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Your bitches do my braids, say dog I be hittin'
Never knew my dick be where you be kissin'
When I shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in
Or roll deep like roaches in my kitchen
Dog, I ain't trippin', but they never gone
They don't even run when I cut the lights on
Homes what's the biz? Nigga watch yo' kids
Ya bitch say my dick bigger than John Holmes'
Limes in Corona, 2 for 18,
Might pop Adderall, I don't fuck with no lean
Didn't at a mall, nigga fuck 'em all
Walk in thrift stores now watch daddy ball
Vintage ass fleeces, skinny, no creases
Me and these is like ETs and Reeses Pieces
Layin' on beaches, ho's toe's pedicured
Bitch gave me head 'cause she liked my metaphors
Bout gettin' head, isn't that ironic like Alanis Morissette?

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Tight like corsets 'round the waists of S