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U Guessed It

Bugatti Beez

06.10.2014

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[Verse 1] Drunk as fuck doing 68 on the interstate (Stop stop bro, What the fuck is wrong with you ?) I'm a grown man I do what I wanna do Uckfay on my away pig latin With my top dropped it look like my shit dancin' These other rap niggas better keep it rap nigga You know you can't fuck with the kid nigga Chris Hanson Bitch I'm awesome,I'm a boss and I be flossin your girlfriend Keep her close to you, take precaution I glance at her and turn her kitty kat to a faucet (Let that sink in) Niggas talk more than bitches these days Who can get the pussy quicker these days What the fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck nigga, fuck nigga Who can turn a dollar to a milli these days!? I'm a beast ass nigga You don't want these problems, how are you gone solve em'? Never lackin', paper stackin', get a bat can I'm a batman, who you think you robbin Better give me MySpace, what you think you Tommin' ? Tell the piano nigga to chill Till you bad bitches doing duck lips What the fuck bitch, was it gone take for you to give me some bill? Hahaha, you get it? Wrist on fridget, shoes on kick it Kush got my motherfucking eyes on midget Flow go dumb, but these bars so timid They be like "You a lame nigga with some fame nigga, and a chain nigga" Wait a minute, what the fuck nigga? Hows about I'm a rich nigga, you a bitch nigga with a switch nigga Keep talking bullets flick and you die Okay, bitch I'm cool as a bag of ice Your man is eh cause he's not even half as nice I drop bomb niggas I can be a terrorist I'm handsome don't be alarm if we jam your wife I go H-AR-D, I am R-AR-E, I go H-AM-ster on B-EA-T But forreal I'm a dog, I'm a dog They gone have to call a kennel Pull up in a presidential, looking pretty presidential Niggas wanna draw the line, they gone need a better pencil All the bitches think I'm fine, get a motherfuckin' ticket I be chillin if we real about it Fly as fuck, boy I been a pilot I'm a monster, y'all imposters, gonna make me call them Rastas Spill your pasta, boy they love italian! This is critical that I can kill [?] Whip all white, I pull up in a Miracle You can call it what you want but don't call it subliminal It's ironic how me and a GOAT be looking identical All my haters like, woah But haters say shit just to say that shit bro "That nigga probably icey but he ain't even froze" "And he got on a jacket but he ain't even cold", shut the fuck up Better watch your bitch or like Chris I'll Tucker Is this what you want? Nigga you mad cause I do what you can't And you more like an ant and I'm more like a tank You get bank loans, nigga I loan to banks If you ain't talking money I don't want to talk If you ain't getting paper like a mail man What the hell man, my money stretchy as a bungee cord Proud to be the illest and most skillest The realest nigga, you don't want no business The boy a menace Her throat game is Master P, no limits And when it come to racks we don't know tennis I'm the best and niggas be like "it depends" Most niggas blow smoke like hookah pens Swear they got a better chance eating cinnamon Y'all couldn't hear me? [HOOK] BITCH YOU GUESSED IT Go fly a motherfucking kite, nigga BITCH YOU GUESSED IT Yeah I got your bitch and she naked (opps opps) BITCH YOU GUESSED IT I'm still with my niggas, we get reckless Dup2C
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