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(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
Want war? One call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy hate
Bitch i'm out in different states, politic, and cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets them doller signs.
Run with them niggas holdin glocks its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, a choice hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the so i gotta rhyme.
all the time ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like every day my birthday
like a earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and watch
Less then haters, cold spectators
Same turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need paper.

Got the city on smash, the streets on
100 real niggas their heats on cock
got my pockets on swol still need gwap.
Plus the hood says they love to hear the young boy

Ay ay
The jeans spent a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, 45's on him.
When we hit the scene, the hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show groupies love, i just style on them.