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Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour up lean, I'm a syrup sippin' fiend Movin wok, movin' trish, made a couple thousand bands It's a one timer, deuce mild, shoe-shiner, two-time Drunk driver, part timin', college girls goin wild Ima thizzle on the west side of town Shipments comin cheap so I can undercut prices down Two bucks, too tough, 180 in the side door Hunnid in the chop, see you bouta get your brains blown Knew a couple plugs before they was plugs Negotiations underway, c'mon, let's move this shit along Make another pot of flower cause this shit ain't that strong Pass the rig back and forth, bitch this ain't ping and pong Shit, this ain't ping and pong bitch Fighting all these demons like the motherfuckin' exorcist Got some oppositions I do not think that we could coexist Why you want these opps? There's a reason I ain't sharin' em Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe I been sippin' big juice, but I figure that you already knew that Why you putting words in my mouth? Bitch I ain't say that I been wilin' on you losers, raps splittin' medullas oblongotas Two shots to the dome, turn you to another body in the river That's an awful lot of felonies Movin' work with caution, polar bear in a snowstorm College kid on camera, who you really think you foolin' Why you pushing in the suburbs But you talkin like you ain't got that guala In your pockets, force fed with a silver spoon Two drinks, High Noons Whippin out the burner but I'm faster on the trigger Yeah I'm giving out middle fingers to these losers These hoochies, these million dollar fakers from the movies Yeah it's crazy went from Puma straight to rockin' golden jewelry Tomfoolery and trickery, Jesus going out for dinner I been movin', I been hustlin', serve a pound of robitussin Made a couple hundred dollars just to drain it when I'm fussing Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour a fo, pour a fo, keep on going we ain't low Get a second cup of styrofoam and pour me up some mo I got problems and troubles always dwellin' in my mind But another cup of drank makes me forget everything that I hated Bitch, why you judgin'? Wanna get to do it you gon' see me up in person Talkin bout a maybe ima quickly end the crushin' And if you really want me back you gotta' show it And there ain't no discussion Yeah I can picture it Spending time without a worry 'bout wasting it I guess it's a dream, yeah I'm geeked off the weed I'm so high that I even imagined that shitty codeine man that's crazy That shit crazy Throwback to the last album ain't that amazing Sheesh, that shit crazy Throwback to the last album ain't that amazing Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe Pour a fo Gotta make the dough Pour a fo Then I fuck my hoe
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