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Oh no! The out I'ma 'bout to yo, lights out Get the fuck back, guard ya There's somethin' wrong, we can't still been drankin' and bustin' two And I thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' And if your friends jump in, "Oh girl", be mo' dead confusion, Disturbing The Peace It's not an illusion, we running the So bye-bye to all you and gold diggers Is there a bumper on ass? No nigga! I'm doin' a on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever sober And you about to get ran the over
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Here I come, I go Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, You see them headlights? You hear that crowd? that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and the curtains down I fuck the crowd up, what I do and successful, a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck, true up wait up, shorty "Oh whats up, get my sucked, what are you doin'?" Side linin' my fuckin' Tryin' to get my child support soon Give me truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't a fuck But tell you like this bitch You better not in front of my tour bus
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Too bad I'm on the track Beef, got the mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be back We buyin' bars out, scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we the cars out Grab the pills we popping tonight, Beat the shit outta for stoppin' tha fight I got a fifth of the remy, the Belve and 'cris I'm shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street We on the dance floor, bows, beatin' up niggas I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to D.T.P. And watch the bottles flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers way for 2-0 So
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