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

Life's a bitch, a bitch
But I'ma the pussy wet (Yep)
keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I'ma the pussy wet
I'ma keep the 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 and their knees
And I'm takin' whatever I need, and I'm rapin' the fees
And you're wastin' your time, and I'm speakin' my mind on I think
And I that 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, eyes is wired, you inspired by Kendrick the king
Maybe 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about
And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a routine
Of being organic granite, then my access is
To represent the shit that I conceive, and I 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, easier than a stripper
Or tyin' a shoestring, you stringing along
And really why you writing a song? Your passion for is never in sync
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)
keep the pussy 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)

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 you will leave
you know and I know 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 sayin' I'm speakin' for
And if you can imagine my madness, then you can see I've been
And the places the Louis has been, and I swear I been doin' this
You was in pajamas, B-B-Barney a-and Friends
And you couldn't harm me with ten, weapons of your choice ridin' in
Army tanks, you shot blanks, and I back, make your duplex bend
What the fuck you think? If I don't think, then I'm right back where the sin
What the fuck you drink? Thinkin' I can't write 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 your slope? Get thrown tied to a rope
the world to put intervals, man, I swear this the Hannibal
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, 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!)