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Uh, let me talk my sh*t Y’all love it when I talk my sh*t Yeah, and can’t nobody do it better Listen baby, ay My flow nasty like a trap house So much reefer bein’ passed I’m bout to pass out My b*t*h walk around naked in my glass house With all that ass out, plus she got a bad mouth lump sums She ain’t into suckers but I feed that hoe Dum-Dums And she stay with me, like, 24/7 so that reservation card reads “Roy D plus 1” Your lunch truck bars garbage like Detroit stampin’ I drink up all your album sales, p*ss out your advancements My eyes behind tint like a n***a goin’ campin’ Gettin’ head by a beauty, and you talkin’ bout enhancement? By the look of n***as facеs, they ain’t get the linе Sort of like a n***a on the stand when he get the line Maybe like a n***a doin’ time and he get the line Out of all the sh*t I [?] wasn’t none of them a finish line I got the sh*t for days like a bad stomach I seen a n***a make a milly off his last hundred I got a mean swag that n***as pay homage to And I got a bad b*t*h that f**ks me like a prostitute They said I got a problem, sh*t, I prolly do All these horses on my clothes, they swear I brought a ‘Rarri through And you can thank [?] and not because my paint drippin’ But because I’m terrorizin’ like they let [?] f**ka’, I tried to told ‘em ‘bout the sh*t I’m on They kicked my uncle out the States, we still tryna get him home That was over 10 ago I’m used to coppin’ 10 to go, now I’m gettin’ 10 to go wherever I intend to go That Chi-Town hold the way to Vermillion I vow to never change but my pain is on chameleon Get my people on, so it’s safe to say my money stretch I can get you touched from Little Haiti out to Sunnycrest I’m doin’ money reps, stay up out my weight room I’m married to that mothaf**ka’, and you know I hate grooms Yeah, I’m the topic of discussions like a breakroom Plus, I’m eatin’ pu**y like a n***a gettin’ paid to Gorilla warfare, y’all know who the f**k we are I got a appetite, so y’all n***as gon’ f**kin’ starve Unless you settle for some fruit out this banana clip For actin’ like you Mighty Joe Young with all the monkey paws Leave the murder weapon smokin’ like an herbal essence And let him know that I ain’t playin’ ‘cause the first impression You wanna leave with a n***a that tries to show aggression? Has to be dead because if not he never learned his lesson My mama always said there’s somethin’ wrong with me But I ain’t need a b*t*h for sh*t, I got my own Winfrey When it comes to guns, I got a .44 [?] Beretta, say I got a long stock, come on pimpy
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