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I came out the womb as a goat I do what I can, it's the most Over bread, they get turned into toast Young Reef been a beast on bro Got the piece, get pieced, smoke dro At the table I'll feast 'round folk Said he could best me, what a joke (Bleh, huh) (Hm, huh, huh, huh, huh) (Huh, huh, huh, huh) Huh, do you know what I do? Mister, who are you? (you) Two bands on shoes Backwoods' sticky like glue (bitch) Cope, (cope) can't hang no rope This a polar bear fur raincoat 110 in the space range rover And ya bitch want both bang blo (okay) I just hit a stain, bullet in the brain Stay out the way till the damn case closed I woke up strained, exotic my strain M.J. follow me wherever I go Ooh (go) Pick pockets, RPG how I ball for the rockets Yeah (yeah), bro fuck all the ruckus (ruckus) Percs got me kickin' the bucket (fuck it) Wanna be me, hand puppet Kick shit, Bruce Lee with his chick, no nugget G19, gen five, boy tuck it And the hollow point will eat that bitch up (Scrr, ay) In a big truck, work hard, play hard, no pickup They was steady plottin' on 'em for a switch up Threw myself in the mix like a pitcher (pitcher) Had to crop that 'lil bitch out the picture (picture) I'm sorry my shoe couldn't fit you (fit you) She do a flip in the bed, no twister (twister) Boy I'm sick in the head, gun kisser (kisser) I'm seeing stars again I don't know what they bargaining I'm the most I'm the margin man (dummy) I'm a Neiman Marcus shopper Ya 'lil ass at target, damn You could be my target bitch Bro run in yo' apartment tram (come on) I'm the merch and the market man They put me under pressure, so twin put 'em under ground (pressure) Ya bank been under the weather, why yo' Paypal frown? (sad) I'm up like Dunder Mifflin So much paper around Lightning till the thunder hit Everybody get down Fresh in Amiri's, boy be serious Ya main DM'd and she wanna make a series Full body Evisu and the hoes get curious Textin' me period (haha sentence) I got uncovered Speak to your mother If I had my druthers, I been him I look like him, I been that guy I'm my own damn twin Cope, can't hang no rope This a polar bear fur raincoat 110 in the space range rover And ya bitch want both bang blo I just hit a stain, bullet in the brain Stay out the way till the damn case closed I woke up strained, exotic my strain M.J. follow me wherever I go Ooh Pick pockets, RPG how I ball for the rockets Yeah (yeah), bro fuck all the ruckus (ruckus) Percs got me kickin' the bucket (fuck it) Wanna be me, hand puppet Kick shit, Bruce Lee with his chick, no nugget G19, gen five, boy tuck it And the hollow point will eat that bitch up The president I been the realest since the jump It's the president Put me on a dollar or some' 'Cause I'm him, I've done what they didn't I showed 'em they shouldn't They cant, they couldn't They want but they wouldn't Come on
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