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

Life's a bitch, life's a
But keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet
I'ma keep the wet
My dick hard, her 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 my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the fees
And you're wastin' 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 here fly higher, me why are you starin' at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the
Maybe it's 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin'
And the words that come out of my mouth, they a random routine
Of being organic granite, then my is granted
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I all these records off bein' myself
And I wish you can do the thing, man, it's easier than 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 me to the world of unseen
And they tell me life is a bitch, who gives a You can believe

keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
dick 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)

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 that I go ham if Muslims is seen
In my rearview I'm you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe?
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 Louis has been, and I swear I been doin' this
You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney a-and
And you couldn't harm me with ten, weapons of your choice ridin' in
tanks, you shot blanks, and I shot back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I 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? murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, your slope? Get thrown downhill 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, better yet, 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!)
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