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She said, "Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wristwatch flood, let fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what my mama think?
We got the weapon on, let's make these boys extinct
Now

Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban
So my ancestors can see me shinin', tell me what you
I remember the illusions that tried to move to me
That still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'?

No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues the sea (hoo!)
We live like cheetah power up like Hummer diesel
chain for niece and nephew
Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them
Metaphysics, need another I can enjoy

She said, "Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I'll the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make boys extinct
Now

Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the
I added my for decoration
So, baby boy, the occasion?
You dressed like you 'bout to take a nation
Avoidin' social litigation, when that admiration into abrasion
Y'all can another station
Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution soon
Rollin' deeper than a dune, at the moon, I'll be back in June
Told my baby I'd be in November
Did Beatles shit to kick off this September
'cause in 2010 I had some old friends
That I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin' figure

If I pull up out the tool, ridin' up on the roof
Seems like only do (Check this, hot lookin' babes!)
Bitch, and that's the move (I feel you, when she said—)

She said, "Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I make the flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make these extinct
Now

Good riddance,
Out of sight, out of
Cutthroat every time, this time I get what's
Where the is your back bone? Duckin' me like whac-a-mole
Lookin' like an inflatable at a car show; a
Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow shit wherever it blows
You hung yourself, that's not my
I just the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I don't think twice, make I'll die by
Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you about me?)