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

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

[Kendrick - Verse 1]
And I'm born with my 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 rapin' the government
And you're your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I'm Richard Pryor with priors of 32
And means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
it's 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the words come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine
Of being organic granite, my access is granted
To the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier than a
Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you along
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music is never in
No societies guided me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can

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

Lamar - Verse 2]
And I see that you envy of me, enemy don't prosper
Better yet, they do die eventually, if I'm at the event you leave
'Cause you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is
In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the keep sayin' I'm speakin' for them
And if you can my madness, then 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, watchin' B-B-Barney a-and
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 If I don't think, then I'm right back where the city sin
What the fuck you drink? I can't write these raps in the Lions' Den
When I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no
You go downhill, man, where's slope? Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
Told the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the
And they me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you know?

And I see that you envy of
Don't prosper, better yet, they do die
'Cause you and I know 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!)