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Lamb Chops
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CaptainCrunch presents Damn, JakeSand Ayy, you can't even pull my card, I ain?t got one yeah, we?got?one N***a, I don't?got a heart but I'll rob?one Super [?] for a play, yeah, I?ll spot one Hood on, scam season, b*t*h, I'm activated Boy, the only time you bussing, when you masturbating She my b*t*h but not my b*t*h, it's kinda complicated Seen these n***as wear the same fits like they animated I ain't pop a Perc but I f**k her like I did I ain't get the neck but I really wish I did She all in my ear, talking 'bout she want my kid These n***as all cap, starting to think they work at Lids I'm starting to hear a lot about chip readers and scamming No, I'm not feeling music when I say I?m jamming Me and bro both sending bullets like the Mannings I?ma call this BIN "Batista Bomb" 'cause this b*t*h slaming Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops? Where my slatts that was Thugger from the sand box? Shut up, b*t*h, sit and watch that mail box I was getting head, dozing off watching Boondocks Mad at my b*t*h ?cause she miss UPS You ain't see us in the kitchen 'cause we came up off theft Instead of tryna cause it, you should come relieve my stress You must hear this a lot but I ain't sh*t like the rest F**k love, put this hundred round in Cupid I ball on every b*t*h that ever tried to play me stupid She would not look my way if I didn?t make music Everybody got a blicky but nobody wanna use it No sleep, baby girl, I'm out here grinding with my eyes closed I could spot a fake n***a with a blindfold I only put the tip in then her eyes rolled Yo b*t*h more like lukewarm 'cause mine's is cold Put my heart out and you left it in Searching for the [?] 'cause we up fifty She said, "You got the hoes?", I reply plenty 'Cause you gotta treat a dime like a f**king penny I asked n***as for some love and they gave me empty And for you acting-a** n***as, I'm handing out Emmys I be with Tron getting money, who the f**k is Jimmy? Looking for hoes with this roll 'cause I could pick any Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops? Where my slatts that was Thugger from the sand box? Shut up, b*t*h, sit and watch that mail box I was getting head, dozing off watching Boondocks Looking up at the stars, b*t*h, I'm jumping towards 'em Pull up and give 'em forty like a clutch performance Chop with a telescope, send 'em up to orbit Sunny now, back then it was thunder storming Told dukes yesterday I seen a talking goat I was looking in the mirror, I'ma ball for sure Wave been took off, should've bought a boat You gon' blow who? Yeah, dawg, you off the blow Me being broke or you winning, what's stupider? Feel like Paul Walker in the 'Cat, hitting crucial turns SB, we the hottest in the universe Hit the Runtz, now I'm blade dancing up on Jupiter Up now, opps wish we could trade places Two sticks in my hand, f**k a PlayStation I'll turn boy invisible like he Clay Aiken Let eight n***as try it then that's eight patients Tried to find love once, found a broke heart Hoes used to hold me back then, now they want parts Love you, ma, I know you praying that I go far Bro'll swing stick down yo block like he Mozart Got a pair of 1s on me now, feel like Kyrie Riding 'round with some movie clips like Spike Lee If you swing and you miss, boy, that's strike three 'Cause I'm pitching bullets at the opps, feel like Mike Lee
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