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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front page news, I'm young
Eating bagels no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day here, the next day you're gone
So me and smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Womack
Don't hold back, no, your girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb she love that though
Somewhere getting reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy with Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch where that loud is
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your cowgirl's riding
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white
And tell him give me space, I know that nigga
Bold ass fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas ashin'
While that make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
that if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a exhaust
only spirit that I hold menthol
It's Gang bitch like you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to the swisher
My split the residuals

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill open

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, Gil Scott
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
and get that grill knocked open