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Day 3 (SXSW Cypher) Yeah my dogs keep, yeah my dogs keep rollin' always with it And you know my homies got a bad bitch or two with me Sittin' in the motherfucking passenger seat Plus she got a fuc*** seatbelt on She tryna be safe up in the whip I tell her let me cum and rub her clit She said she want me suckin' her tits I told her come and lick this dick Play me, what you tryin' to do Yeah, you know I'm with that crew Savemoney, Pro Era, yeah you know, this how we do And I always stack my paper up Bitches said they want a cup of that gin and juice You know I'm just tryin' to do whatever you do Every time I'm chillin' with the newest niggas flew And you know I spit that sick shit like I got the flu-u And I keep it true, true Can I keep it true, true (x5) Chillin' with a bad bitch Hopin' that she feelin' villain All up in my crib And I'm rollin', now she chillin', chillin' ? and then I know that she wit' it, wit' it She said send me, gimme, gimme dick and you can get it And she 'bout to give it, give it Yeah, she fuckin' love it, love it I don't really give a f*** Fuckin' hoes in public, public Now I change the subject Now I change the subject ? until I kick the bucket And I'mma get gab, so you know that I be thuggin' I'll be cuttin' in the line, but you know I'm budget I'll be gettin' cash and you know that I be thuggin' Rappin' with my cousin Niggas know they love it Bitches give me temptation Call me David Ruffin Niggas this talkin' clothes My shits ain't even gotta ruffle Niggas got a chip on they shoulder get it ruffled Got a Louis bag, and a wallet and a duffel Niggas talking crazy I be talking hella wavy Got these bitches on me man these bitches bitches probably pay me Niggas call me Purp Bitches call me Purp (x3) I wrote this shit two minutes from now And the benefits now You know what I'm saying? I'm handling business now This shit rhymes in my head I be ripping off the dimes with a thread And a needle while I sew it up I'm so cold, enough to get frozen up In a bowl of soup that's a bowl enough You ever had Ebola virus? I like Miley Cyrus And black bitches that talk like they white white kids I don't even like white kids I just let 'em shoot video though And all the time I be silly with hoes And you know I be switching up the ? Silly with bros from my high school Been doing shit you know how I do Had to do it the same, don't like you In the back of a muthafucking barbecue That shit crazy though, that shit crazy though We been rapping and shit since we was babies though And my voice gettin kinda crazy though So I'mma pass it off to that ni*** Tokyo You never did it before Shawty throw it at me and she got that cinnamon roll You on some new shit, illiterate though These niggas is illegitimate though I could be your father, you could be a bastard Baby you the one I'm coming after Rap faster, really quick, get a laughter Nigga this ain't written, know that I be gassin' Gassin' like petrol' and Exelon I'm upper like echelon Proper to downer, when I'm up in an hour I've been smoking too much green thick for an hour Pass out when I pass out, cash out Like I'm cashing out, I'm passing out I've been bad and now... Abandon out Let me get a band it out for Brandon now ? And niggas be talking until the bands come out But then "BLAM"s come out and "BAM"s come out And they be sleeping, laying in the grave when they tweaking Talking off they neck, you know that they be creeping Bitches try to come and get my fuc*** dough I've always been a pro I got so many hoes I got them on my line man and they always call my phone I'm like baby girl I'm at the telly I ain't home So don't try to call my mom like "Where's Cy at?" I always got to come through with the newest fly hat My hair real braided Your bitch says she want to come and get real faded So we drinking on the thick shit Faded, Back in high school they tried to flame me From the fifth graded But I stay graded cause I'm smoking on the home grown Remember when bitches used to be blowing up my home phone That was back in the day, my moms would answer But these days, got on the raps, I'm sicker than cancer I'm the answer like Iverson when I'm coming through ? I'm the livest one like, I live strong but they lying son like I'm the problem like McGrady If it wasn't for my ? this shit would've been gravy That was metaphorical, keep it mesophysical I lost my voice up in your bitch I'm Malcolm in the Middle fool Niggas couldn't see with me I'm never seeing syllables Niggas got residuals but thats just off of principle In general, niggas know ...uh ? Cocaine, I could make it snow rain I could take the dope game, 8 minutes? Whole thing Yup I flipped the shit right, yall niggas came back Motherfuck*** kick dice Motherfuck*** kick this shit, kick it like you kick vice Motherfuck*** don't do it twice I keep this realest off the top with ? Motherfuck*** need to pass it Good bro, Rogaine, ? Pro pain Thats good fire, propane Niggas talking about hot freeze I be talking 'bout low mane I be out in Tokyo, chilling with hoes from Tokyo With my ni*** Tokyo, this freestyle, that noise bro Same money that ? There Heroine, I know its dope That crack rock, that's no insult ? Let that ni*** know it though No, No it don't They call me ? You smoking on the Joey Purp you know my ni*** Joey doe Spit that fire, spit that fire, niggas yelling ? At the same year, my niggas was hella shouting Smoking on some shit that was grown in the Rocky Mounties I be off the top ni*** spouting
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