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God damn it you gettin' it baby If ain't nobody else told you, Imma tell you, you fuckin' killin' it dawg Fuck, I'm so fuck proud of you dawg Yea, Lilke a bunch of married bitches on broadway, who don't All bars no singles, at the bar no singles All chips no pringles, stacking, I'm an anomaly and hogs dude fly A quarter pack the order sack, five fingers the pigskin Deliver the package from 'Bama porch side Reeling up a catch from flowing the keys port side Sushi, raw focus, four eyes Gucci, still floating, low tide Got a panoramic on the Atlantic, got the foreign strippers to pouring up the liquor I just told a Cannon, stop it, quit it, this hoe was barely standing I keep it cold with the ultra, the snow was ever landing [?], leopard shorts nu fur, necklace all sorts, reckless four-letter words Fuck, fuck, bitch, shit Stumble out the PJ's, what's the business Snakeskins on the pavement let the footprints of the greatest on the tarmac Zilla, call the black car back, I'm in a black tall hat 51-50 bandana tied, boy what you call that Crazy, crazy's on the lazy, and I'm crazy fuckin' busy, so get busy fuckin' pay me Look, sign up check, sign up check, sign up check, [?] The strip [?] with a real nice look Hit the club with the clique, catch a bitch like stuck Cut a loose, got a dip, gotta work, no luck Letras de cancionesI left a coke on the table, cause I'm a gentleman, yet sort of morbid She blew a line like a porpoise orifice Hah, porpoise oriface, of course she did Yo, if I Swipe this credit card at the pool, none of you kids will make it back to school Shot to Creek Water, 2, 3, 4, 5, you'll be on the bird scooter catchin' D-U eyes Drunk on the Instagram, that's a social acronym Acrobatic rap shit, flippin' syllables from out the pen Out my head, I'm out the two-door Acura into the van Chevy steel, heavy wheels, no algebra, no college grand Common sense, logical lobby damn, flip the mill it's simple mad Me plus the instruments, plus a Piccasso like mine, yea I pay the rent Maybe by the trailer park, maybe just for my man Pinwheel yea, my head spinning like windmilling Weakening burnings, I'm dead chillin' cause I been killin' Low fashion, juxtaposing my net worth like a Chanel black person a Cadillac purse Grayhound you see who's running up the track first, but ain't chasin' rabbits, I'm chasin' your favorite classic I'm making the ladies basket case, they baking the cookies I brought milk and prophylactics all for the nookie No limp biscuit, no fake pimp shit Real pimp shit, break a leg and walk back limping Y'all fuckin' stuttering with it, I got the track skipping You do the shit for the bitches, she got you backflipping Good for her, I applied the hustle first When you're done breaking the bank I left the box out on the curb Free willing, that's free will-end, three Willa sittin' got the Impala drifting you Free [?], [?] From Letras Mania