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Lil Dicky
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f**k it, aye Do or Die, new arrival Holla at my n***as You survive you's alive, yo Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing But who am I though? The mulatto out for that lotto Money coming soon, the newest model Your crew is hollow The type of n***as gobble d**k, chew and swallow Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal Oh shucks, you n***as is closed, you fold up I'm from the Ville, n***as get killed over four bucks Thank God we made it, my n***as, we grown up Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh More sl*ts once the money blows up But them hoes stop if the dough drops I won't stop though, a chip off the ole’ block I'm from a city where n***as hold blocks Leave you looking like old socks, damn Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us The boys is rotten, I know they want us Probably arrest a n***a, get a bonus You kill a n***a, get promoted sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas So much I just go nuts n***as telling me I'm too nice Like a lil youngin that fell in love with a boo twice As in double as f**kable as he was And dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling Venting her troubles and getting her truffles And ending up befuddled when she don't f**k him And someone tell him, “Listen, you buggin' She never f**king a pedestrian muggle like you So why all the trouble?”, but he rebuttal with “I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought of being anything other than nice” Heat bang like I caught a body It wasn't even deep dang, sh*t it's all a hobby It's two bad b*t*hes sleeping on me, threesome Cause everybody want to help but he don’t need none I’m all time like the wall at the bank You no shot like you drawing a blank Honestly you probably couldn't hang man I been drawing it blank Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank So go on and rank Chillin’ like it's dough in the bank Flowing danker than a grower in Napa Growing the stankest cannabis Go on, rapping poet, smacking the hoe-st rappers Who showing the total package Like my flaccid is growing fat as samoan cracker Rapper, I'm about to keep going Yeah the rapping's a wrap I know you rappers napping don’t know it This a dagger, the pitter patter tapping on the window Is a real accurate metaphor of what you have in the store And I be snapping The splashing on the pane be your rain Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame Oh you better than me? I'm not one for f**k sh*t Bad ass b*t*h Big ass titties man Got f**king AKs the size of a f**king mini van (Wooo) Listen Ya'll n***as got problems then ya'll do it So much f**king money in my pocket I f**king walk stoooopidd Hold up Bad b*t*h look good in some nice pants Bet my b*t*h look good in some nice pants n***as see me they be "sh*t got damn , AK-47 tucked in that n***a nice pants!!" Hold on Ya'll got a little n***a started on some G-sh*t "Who that n***a that looked swagged out?" THATS ME b*t*h ! Don't play with a n***a money or it's f**king family I got goon n***as named Jonathan and one named Tammy Ya'll n***as got a f**king problem say it to my f**king face Got lil' n***as that'll sock you in the f**king face And if you think that they won't sock you in your f**king face Aye you a BI-ahhhhh !! pop you right in your f**king face
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