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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' '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 Jesus
Eating bagels no cable on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could pull your bitch with a whisper and her
ho
She only cause she love that though
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I know fertile
In Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is Paul Revere
When he walk in the it's like God is here
I'm at a prop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch where that is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
wide for thermometer
Your crotch riding
With a clean, faded fro,
the label that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low villian
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the nigga, that's what's up
Half of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
based nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas blunts
that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke a broke exhaust
Pipe 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 niggas split the

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

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get grill knocked open