| I will not be takin' questions
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| I think they get the message
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| Bitch, don’t play with my profession
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| Let me teach you hoes a lesson
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| I know who got the heater for your upper body section
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| Make way more than my teachers
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| On their test’s, I was guessin'
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| Ain’t lookin' for no wifey
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| I told that bitch to bite me
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| She know reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me
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| That boy cold as North Dakota
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| My fit, way too fuckin' icey
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| And once I get cremated, fuck it, roll me up and light me
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| I swear to God, but I don’t believe in God
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| Only God around is me
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| Send that pressure down the street
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| Bitches jockin' on my me, 'cause I know my way around the beat
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| Keep it locked up in a cell
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| Lil' pussy boy, come down and see
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| Danny Glover, Lethal Weapon
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| Toss me in the river
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| I’m FedEx with that heat, once they ship it, I deliver
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| All this fire hurt my chest
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| All this damage in my liver
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| I moved up a couple brackets, bitch you best to call me Mister
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| CKY, cross your T’s, bitch dot your I’s
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| Run and hide, he’s a beast bitch, CGI
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| DUI, bitches spinnin' like a .45
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| Let me ride, bust a on your lovely bride
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| It seems I got a deathwish
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| Bring me up the continental breakfast
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| I go epileptic
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| Get dangled, while I’m doggin'
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| But, you better not grab my necklace
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| Lacin' up the Nike’s
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| My wallet lookin' pregnant
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| Lil' Ricky paint your kitchen
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| If you go back on your promise
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| He love his Smith & Wesson
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| It’s a .40, like Udonis
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| Lil' Ricky play with guns, but keep your kids away from Thomas
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| Ricky, what you really shootin'?
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| It’s just me, I can’t be honest
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| I will not be takin' questions
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| I think they get the message
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| Bitch, don’t play with my profession
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| Let me teach you hoes a lesson
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| I know who got the heater for your upper body section
|
| Make way more than my teachers
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| On their test’s, I was guessin'
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| Ain’t lookin' for no wifey
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| I told that bitch to bite me
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| She know reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me
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| That boy cold as North Dakota
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| My fit, way too fuckin' icey
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| And once I get cremated, fuck it, roll me up and light me
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| (Roll me up and light me, uh)
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| (Roll me up and light me)
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| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh)
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| (R-Roll me up and light me, uh)
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| (Roll me up and light me)
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| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh)
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| (Roll me up and light me, uh)
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| (Roll me up and light me)
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| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh) |