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

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

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

I'ma keep the wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
dick hard, her pussy wet
I'ma keep the 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)

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