| Too faded off of the Bombay
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| Drinking it straight because I love the taste
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| I’d pour out some liquor for all the careers that I’m stealing, but that’d be a
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| waste
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| Fuck all that hate
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| Still getting paid, out my suitcase while I move state to state
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| All of these rappers like Chucky, they all make me chuckle
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| I swear that it’s so Child’s Play
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| Yeah, copped me a crib way out there in L. A
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| Two thousand miles away
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| Bro you so local and I’m on a plane
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| Can’t even hear the shit you got to say
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| Still throwing shade
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| Fuck it, I’ll dig you a grave
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| Just copped a benz, that’s a rapper cliché
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| Never putting my foot up on the brakes
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| Cause I came to this motherfucker to stay
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| You don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with you, that’s cool
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| That’s cool, yeah that’s cool
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| She wanna fuck with me, I wanna fuck her too, that’s cool
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| That’s cool, yeah that’s cool (that's cool)
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| Bitch you know that it’s mutual
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| So mutual
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| Bitch you, bitch you know that it’s mutual
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| So mutual
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| You throwing shade from my shadow
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| But that don’t make sense to me, dog
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| You ain’t offending me, dog
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| You cannot get to me
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| That’s black and white like a referee dog, like
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| Hold up, I got this
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| Let me get something off my conscience
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| I don’t give a fuck, I promise (x2)
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| My women hot and my vodka chilled
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| Never cuff 'em but trust me, I cop a feel
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| Got a spot way, way up, on top the hill
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| Up late talking life like I’m Dr. Phil
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| I got a plot to kill, plus I got the skill
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| And I can’t say the same for you
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| Cause nowadays other people mistake fake for cool
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| But just cause you want it, that don’t make it true
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| Now ain’t that the truth
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| You don’t like me, well that’s cool
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| I know way too many people who do
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| But that’s mutual, you one of the few
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| I think you just mad that I don’t fuck with you
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| Look, I made a name off of rap, that’s why they mad
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| Oh that’s your girl? |
| She got back
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| She want to fuck me, I know
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| Gave me a blowie cause I’m 'bout to blow, woah
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| I don’t believe in monogamy, I’m 'bout my green like a cup of tea
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| She say she loving me
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| I took her back to the telly
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| We fuck in the shower, she sing like she Becky G
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| Same kid from a year ago, except
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| I’m the one that they talking 'bout
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| And Nick Cannon can’t even try to imagine the level that we Wild 'N Out
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| Ow |