| Who could take a single buck, an empty cup, a stroke of luck
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| Fuck around and reconstruct it up to a million bucks
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| In God we trust, every part of us is marvelous
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| You Krusty Krab squad, ya’ll will rust, ya’ll ain’t hard enough
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| Demolition expert, I exert through your network while the TEC squirt jerk
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| There’s holes inside your sweatshirt
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| Through your apparel, through your blood, through your bone marrow
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| Precise with this mic device, slice your pie like Sbarros
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| You falling nigga, and you can’t get up
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| You been stalling motherfucker now your ass is stuck
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| Brooklyn, Brownsville, baby stay with the Killer Hill crazy
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| Ankle strap above the boot, it conceals my three eighty
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| Are you running for this money money, hunting eggs like easter bunny
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| Geeks trying to beast upon me, freak I will eat a zombie
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| Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles, silly rabbit
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| The race is always won by the turtle, mental machinery
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| Purple herbal mixed with that greenery
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| I don’t write songs, grasshopper, I write sceneries
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| Everything ain’t what it seems to be, what it means to you it don’t mean to me
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| Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees
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| In God I trust, now I don’t give no fucks
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| (Dropping them them them, motherfucking Beez)
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| Beez on 'em
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| Stings bitch
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| Bzzzz… BzzzzZZZzzz
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| I pass any test of litmus, I workout at 24 fitness
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| On the weekends, I sip Belvedere with that citrus
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| My dogs is vicious, exotic
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| Exotic nympho whore for the mistress
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| Life is good, I live every day like it’s Christmas
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| Happy New Year, I does what the fuck I wanna do here
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| I splash that Gucci shit from the shirt to the shoewear
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| Trust the rings out, wife beater tee with the wings out
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| Long dick stamina, I fuck a bird til she sings out
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| La la la la, Bobby could convert Lady Gaga
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| Back to heterosexual, I’m classy like Impala
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| Plus I’m federal, when it comes to making dollas
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| Like Jigga nigga man, if you hear me then holla
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| Gold rings like the Green Lantern
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| You see me in the mean phantom
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| Pushing over there in Ohio, outside of Canton
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| Or maybe in the grotty, rugged projects of Staten
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| Tall redbone in my shower, she looking like Paula Patton |