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I can't fuck with ho niggas I can't trust these hoes neither Wake up early in the morning eat that pussy like cold pizza Hater ass niggas be balla blocking, Acting like some goalkeepers There's a reason for everything, But my niggas kill for no reason Camo shorts, with a ho beater All-black hoodie, I'm the Grim Reaper Look like its time for spring cleaning, Brand new spanking street-sweeper Been in the game, I'm knee-deep, I like good head, I like good reefer All my niggas strapped and ready to set it off: Queen Latifah Got a chopper with a drum, Split Swishers with my thumb Get money like Donald Trump, Double barrel on that pump This kush I got ain't no chump, Get stupid and get stomped Two guns I call Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross'll make you jump I do what a nigga gotta do, Got goons - I ain't even gotta shoot Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in twos Gotta go, I stick it and move, G Code: I stick to the rules Last night I got so high, Swear to God, I went to the moon I'm on that shit you can't get no where. You pussy boy, don't go there If I don't do nothing, I'mma ball...No hair Smoking on that "oh yeah", My niggas tote that hardware What you 'bout, whoadi? My niggas about that warfare Real nigga since day one Cause I ain't promised day two Throw that pussy at me: Bitch, I think I'm Babe Ruth Drop top Maybach on the way. Yeah, that's that new Landaulet She hit me with her jungle, I'm gonna hit her with that rattle snake Guns clap like patty cake, Blood gang red bandana face Make them pussies pop they self: You can call that "masturbate" I don't front, no fabricate; I get high, I gravitate Weezy F Baby bitch, the 'F' is for fascinate Louisiana from that swamp. I'mma pull this bitch out and dump Better run like Forrest Gump. Fuck you and where you from 3-2 I am the one: job well done. I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12 months What's up red bone, what's up caramel? Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale Yeah I'm high bitch, bitch I parasail Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait