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I told ‘em I would kill it They tried to put a hit out Bitch I’m young livin’ Old folks get out I somewhere in izair Up in the smoke clizoud I get high so much that pickups are a pizout I’m on this, I got this Sittin on some profits I’m chillin on the beach Wit Martha Stewart and some sock tips You last year like crocs I’m this year like this year My future lookin bright so I’d say its crispy clear I’m so sweet like Krispy Kreme 5 or 6 up in the Beam Drivin down on 95 Bitch I’m headed to the bean I got what you hatin’ on Dog I’m what you tryin to be So keep goin like free throwin Letras de cancionesCuz I’m all up behind the three I witcha girl up in ya bed All those line are kinda dead But it’s true, I'm actually fuckin her Forget all of those lines were said I am known to be a king I was born to be a star All these people lookin at me like I’m goin to mow they lawn Well nigga fuck that, I’m outtie I’m outtie like an Audi I’m outtie like an innie Man I'm outtie out in Maui Wit some girlies on my nuts Like Imma rap star or sumtin And they tryin to take me home But I'm just tryin make some muffins Cuz I’m high as fuck on the river You the loser I’m the winner And my girlie got that ass Better sticker than a snicker My life’s blang, your wife changed In my bed, life change We fucked all in the football stands Call that shit a night game I’m smoking on the light green It burns down til its white That good stuff can do that Dog look it up, cuz I’m right www.suckmydick #fuckyobitch Got that Colin Powell; I’m rich bitch Period I’m kickflippin Shoelaces, My vans trippin I’m fallin over, I’m drizzy drunk Mike Jones, still tippin I got these kids at my show smoking weed up in the crowd Security can’t kick em out We burn this motherfucker down We lampin til she turn me off Get it, lamps? Turn it off I treat my girl like luxury Call that chick a foreign car I’m sicker than the common cold Sicker than bein kind old And Fuck these lil bitches who got one flow They kinda blow I got that, I don’t need a hook Like hand fishin don’t need a hook English class, I'm in this bitch Best believe I don’t read a book I keep my joints stuffed like you never check the mail... That last line was brail So stay up out my business This ain't show and tell From Letras Mania