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

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

Lamar - Verse 1]
And I'm born my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth
I'ma die with my on my sleeve, many die on their hands and their knees
And I'm whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the government fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm my mind on whatever I think
And I think that I'm Pryor with priors of 32 fiends
And that means that I here fly higher, tell me why are you at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired, you by Kendrick 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 organic granite, then my access is
To the shit that I conceive, and I guarantee that I'ma bring
My mind, body, soul and I sold all these records off myself
And I wish you can do the same thing, man, easier than a stripper
Or tyin' a shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you a song? Your passion for music is never in sync
No secret societies guided me to the of unseen
And they tell me is a bitch, who gives a shit? You can believe

keep the pussy 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 of me, enemy 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 near you, but I don't hear you, can you this breathe?
Wit' an oxygen mask, and the masses sayin' I'm speakin' for them
And if you can my madness, then you can see where I've been
And the the Louis has been, and I swear I been doin' this when
You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney Friends
And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of your ridin' in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I back, make your duplex bend
What the you think? 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
I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope
You go downhill, man, where's your Get thrown downhill tied to a rope
the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
And they tell me that life is a bitch, who gives a shit when you

And I see you envy 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 even if Muslims is
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!)