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Fire in the Booth Frisbee at halo and ? Recite God like like the rhymes written by angels Born with the blood of an enraged slave Caught fuc*** master wifey and got hung that day That's why I f*** these white bitches like its payback You old niggas playing games like Pat Sajak Whipping up the Vanna White Brought an extra ? back The way my bitches looking you would think we at a horse track Cos' the romanellis long way from Pelle Pelle's Stacking in the telly with that next tall sally Banging R Kelly, getting that ? Now what I dick for a show, that first lick they hitting belly Now tell me I ain't the crown of the nouns Unleash furious verbs, make these peasants bown down The presence of a legend every time i come round Why in my face they smile when I turn my back they frown Hypnotised like staring straight into a serpents eyes Want it all in the bags, its like them fries at five guys My eye size is pint sized, blind off the muy thai ? karate chop, slump leaning sideways Chicken coop smokey on every other friday One way driving down the wrong way of a highway Getting fuc*** up in public coming down after binging Never had class just after school detention Did I mention, I'd still be teaching these niggas Doing their danny brown rendition, but that shit ain't clicking Tripping when im hitting off this backwood I'm hitting Giggling when I listen to that ? they be kidding ? The way these niggas rapping's a shame If they wasn't so lame I'd be saying they name Get your own shit ni*** trying to merge in my lane Crash into another car avoiding the thrashing plane Stressed out ni*** 'bout to lose my mind The whole damn time I've been thinking about crying Cause' mind fuc*** up and I'm fuc*** up So I get fuc*** up gone ? ? Don't waste my time ? Don't waste my time Take this nick hit a lick get a dollar Come back and see me been here this whole time Smoking on gas thats toxic, say it flew in from the tropic ? just profit Need that money because i need them boxes Mind on the green like the ? Celtics Nine tucked right by the pelvis Fiends nodding off on the toilet like Elvis Have a ni*** thinking how the f*** do i sell this 'Cause i fuc*** need that money, hit that block couple miles and running Gotta get them ten, twenties, fifties and hundreds Have a ni*** locked doing time doing dumb shit So i gotta just think it smarter Gotta get this money for my daughter Dog this ain't the eighty nine ? in that cutlass and that shit have you locked before you even get started I come from a dark past but guess what bitch got a bright future These bitches feeling freaky because my diamonds going Kama Sutra 'Bout to make a power move, smoking on ? Used to hustle in shower shoes until I got like I had my own shower shoes Now these niggas got me on Igor, smell just like the seashore Shots of my ? serving B more I made 200 racks off a D-tour On the interstate with them ? traffic Stopped my ? but that spot still ? and bouncing So much money I might need counselling Had that forty in my Pelle Pelle Trapping in that rolling Telly I was ? out of town Stacking up trying to cop a chevy So if you ain't talking about money then you ain't talking about nothing Get the f*** out my face because my ? so rambunctious
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