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Murs]
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth

1: Murs]
I make art, niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and you make is shit
Softer the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin' bottles in the club, I'm chillin' at the house
Playin' war games with 4 dames in name
Don't get high, stay fly and inside your
Tame as a derriere but it scarier
When you try to the best in your area
Aerial attacks and and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but in fact
the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the
The is a liar but these boys the truth

Murs]
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth

2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you that it had to be
Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin' my nuts hang like had his weave
While y'all toss salad, for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a
Casually I competition to casualties
Converse my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I'm certain if it hurtin' 'em I
I'm an introvert, a street kid, was into Vert
I'd rather pen a verse, some it audacity
did he get the nerve, usin' no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin' curved by and hoes
Layaway on clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin' a rose, I would say you a
And takin' his toll by the way human go
I can't give a F-U-C-K what he
Fash

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Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a sweet

[Verse 3:
I'm in the 4-door Ford
4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro next door
In class them hickey neck sores
That's too sauce, that's too much sauce
Had to to Pookie, Baby, that's too much sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I fuck with the list price
Rappers these days been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a
This atheist chick I'm fuckin', she me like a god
I'm poppin' in the VIP all day
I'm an plant, I'm just playin' the long game
never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'm gonna break wife's hymen tonight
a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, how real was that?

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth