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    I just popped the b man, I got that Oj
    and that weed, time to take flight
    Richy might be on that lean mixed with that sprite
    They got me rollin, smokin, drinkin, I just might die tonight
    I just gave a cup to Becky, now thinkin that she ready
    Ever met C gettin nakey, there go Keisha, there she sexy
    Menajahtwa if the bitches let, and I think they gon' let me
    One just call me Papi seconds later it's bukkake
    She move too A. K. A. first bitch let it spray
    Drunk bitch, big tits, motorboats on the way
    She say she wanna earn some stripes
    Well we about to see if she about that life

    Rollin, rollin, rollin, I ain't steppin in weed
    I got a bad bitch with me and I think she a freak
    We about to make a movie girl, get the camera ready
    Man it's the fucking minute, I'm thinkin that she ready
    I think she ready, I think she ready
    Red cup, double stuff, I think she ready
    I think she ready, I think she ready
    Takin molly to the dome, I think she ready
    I think she ready, I think she ready
    Get here home by the Cove, I think she ready

    Okay okay okay
    Now I think I'm ready, I rip tracks, beat confetti
    She kill raps, lyrics daily
    16 sex, no R. Kelly
    That's no diss, a man want Becky
    If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
    That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it, ay
    Iggy, I'm bossin for dollars, cups of Ciroc on the ice
    Someone needs weeds for you hoes
    tweet me just naming your price
    Up all night in a life like this, fans pass out when I kiss
    If you hate then you are toast
    knot breakers keep burnin' witch
    Chain hang, diamonds swang
    two red cups my Sprite is mixed
    Powder white keep sippin Angel
    where she get that ass thick?
    Stop, drop, bottles pop, for-ever, sandlot
    Other rappers underground, call them all fraggle rock

    There's a pretty big bar, I got no manners
    Don't blame me, just blame my Daddy, for
    For life fort, some may snort, some may bort
    They on my caddies, I'm on that E, the roll is me
    Me and yo beesh, we bang like rabbits
    (And that Cat... Mr. Fantastic)
    And that night, we shine so bright
    make me feel like I'm on acid
    Probably call, shit blue magic, purple brain, I fill my cup
    Bitch you know, that my cup ready
    it's gettin dark, feel my shark
    Act a fool and then I'm game
    Take one shot, blunts to the head
    all that Remy, got that leg
    I feel my heart, I think I'm cray
    her booty don't start, or Simon Says
    I'm like Big (Girl don't stop with you doin')
    You not with me then you losin bitch
    I'm tryna sing with my movie

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