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(This, this, this)
(Should be played at volume)
(Preferably in a residential...)

a bitch, life's a bitch
But I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet
I'ma the pussy wet
My hard, her pussy wet

[Kendrick - Verse 1]
And I'm with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and knees
And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on whatever I
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor with priors of 32
And that means that I here fly higher, me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired, you by Kendrick the king
Maybe it's 'cause I'm my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random
Of being organic granite, then my access is
To represent the shit I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring
My mind, body, and I sold all these records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier a stripper
Or tyin' a shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? Your for music is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can

I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
My-my hard, her pussy wet
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)

(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I (We-we-went-went)
(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I
(Hi, ho!) I
(Bye, ho!) I
(Bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch-bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Kendrick - Verse 2]
And I see that you envy of me, enemy ghosts prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you leave
'Cause you know and I that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the masses keep I'm speakin' for them
And if you can imagine my madness, you can see where I've been
And the places the has been, and I swear I been doin' this when
You was in pajamas, B-B-Barney a-and Friends
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of choice ridin' in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you If I don't think, then I'm right back where the city sin
What the fuck you drink? Thinkin' I can't write these raps in the Den
When I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no
You go downhill, man, where's your slope? Get thrown tied to a rope
Told the to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
And they tell me that is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

And I see that you of me-me-me-me-me
Don't prosper, yet, they do die eventually-ly-ly
'Cause you know and I that I go ham even if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm you...

(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)

(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Bye, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)
(Hi, ho!)