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THE ASSIGNMENT
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(Ooh, Rell) Dummy-head Yeah, it's like that right now Courtesy of the mob Shut the f**k up This the dojo show, b*t*h, the mafia way We got fishscale in, not the tilapia way That's manmade, dummy-head, this Alaskan salmon My lil' b*t*h understood the a**ignment Walked in the bar and I changed the climate Got some rich n***as and some shooters behind me In the back of the bar, b*t*h, that's where you can find me My lil' b*t*h eyes slanted, she look like Eggroll's sister I don't want no hibachi, brought an eggroll with me You play on my top, leave your hеad gone, silly What I spent on my wrist, b*t*h, I could've bought a Bеntley I just caught a foreign b*t*h with a head full of Remy Dodgin' speed bumps, doin' donuts down by Denny's That n***a pulled some ho sh*t if you don't never see him with me And he used to be You lames livin' in the past, y'all used-to-bes I'll teach your b*t*h 'bout the birds and the bees Fill her Fendi up with fent' and send her straight to West V Thousand-eights did us great, Keke love me We'll spin on the whole party like a three-sixty booth If I took you to Chiraq, they'll call you a goofy If I took you to Philly, they'll knock off your kufi Beans got a fifty, I heard them brickys in town We pits, y'all Frenchies, y'all get killed in our pound Adderall had me wired, Perc' calm me down HomeWAV audio for them federal calls Ayy, you was blowin' up her phone, she was suckin' my balls You be textin' paragraphs, I be blockin' her calls I'm goin' to jail if the feds was a fly on the wall You a motherf**kin' snitch if you tell what you saw All these carats in my chain cost a thirty-ball Different seatbelt in my 'Cat, this a serpentine I ain't tryna sip with no n***a 'less it's purple lean I been gettin' money 'round this b*t*h since I was seventeen She gon' wanna f**k everybody when she pop this bean I'll go to sleep on any b*t*h when I pour this lean I'm the jigga man, b*t*h, I've never been to Marcy Roll a one-man show and a one-man army I'm the energy n***a, but I ain't from Flint Roll a highway head legend, that's Life Behind Tint I'll point it in your face, Roll really Shawn Kemp I got the white b*t*h WAP, we keep them Kreayshawns We keep Earl Boykins straps and them Tayshauns My Sinaloa killer safe word adiós JoJo change the color quick, Crayola with the hoes I flip the script on a b*t*h if she can't flip a script You don't make a hundred K, b*t*h, you best start strippin' I steal b*t*hes out my likes and alley-oop 'em to members I pull b*t*hes at my shows and casually pimp 'em If you can fan f**k, b*t*h, you can f**k for some money Make sure these dates rate five stars online I feed my Shih Tzu capers, my b*t*h pound twenty-nine I bust a four-four-eight and a sixteen-twenty-eight And smoke this sh*t up 'fore I make one plate I caught a Delta flight to go f**k an AKA I been waitin' to demonstrate, b*t*h, make my day
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