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Still blowin' that smoke Ayo, Osk, you know we gotta do one for the ladies It ain't the typical sh*t though (What?) The one's for the ladies Let me show 'em how we goin' through this one (Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape) Check it, y'all How the kid do, withdrew some cash, then I slid through (Cha-ching) Lookin' for some ass fast, grab a tissue I know this sh*t can get sticky, I ain't stuck on honey 'Cause I'm a playboy, me and shorty f**k like bunnies I'm like, "Dammit, this chick's fly I wanna slide through your thick thighs Baby, is you down for the d**k-ride? (Yeah) Well, if you are, you can hop in my car I sweet-talk to you, baby, I don't talk to you hard And then my eyes [?] you are who you are, so I ain't gotta tell Have you straight screamin' out my name, sh*t gets hot as hell" (Haha) She got a glimpse, now she beggin' for more And I'ma give it to her 'cause I'm always ready to score (I'm ready) It's all the sh*t you wish you had, holla at them b*t*hes there (Yeah) I got a girl to suck my d**k like I'm a millionaire Plus I got a couple hoes on call that go down hard And suck my sh*t up good, don't you slow down, no sh*t is crazy (Hahaha) Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, cowards is lazy f**k you think you offendin' with that sh*t? Ayo, Mac, tell these motherf**kers to stand back 'Fore I crack they nuggets open, have blood all over the place, motherf**ker So what you—what you wan' do? I do my girl like some bomb That one-hitter-quitter, then I'm gone (And I'm gone) See, shorty lookin' right, sittin' on the couch Then she give me brains 'til there's no feelin' in her mouth (Yeah) pu**y like some feline, feminine cats (Uh-huh) Need some real when you spittin' on your estrogen rap (Haha, pu**y) See, me and Beedie ain't f**kin' with y'all (Nah) We'd rather let these razor blades cut through our jaws See, we run through the mall, buyin' everything in it behind my ear, pickin' up some fine women (What it do?) b*t*h, eat your spinach, y'all chicken like Popeye Rotisserie, muhf**kers just not fly (Nuh-uh) I'ma call you Ostrich, runnin' around Forgot that hip-hop started out under the ground Now you dumb it down for the circus runnin' ya town (What up?) Man, I think I've just about enough from you clowns (Get the f**k out of here) Now I'm a dog taken straight from the pound On that Cali weed while you stay b*t*hes stay blazin' the brown (Get your weed up, muhf**kers) Yo, step your whole game up, matter of fact (Woah) Y'all some weak, pu**y motherf**kers (True) And I ain't with it (True) Switch ya style up (True), quit copyin' my sh*t Check it, it's like I feel like I'm standin' on the tip of my toes Spittin' my flows, makin' motherf**kers switch up they roles 'Cause you gon' have to step your game up (What?) Homie, change up Every time you spittin' lines, comin' with the same stuff You ain't tough, I'ma show the b*t*h [?] (Uh-huh) I came from hand-me-downs, now look what I'm slippin' into (What?) It's fresh clothes, yes, hoes, Beedie back on the grind If somebody ain't with it, send 'em to the back of the line And ya done, haha And now ya stuck tryna make it up (What?) So prepare for the heat when the flame erupts (Yep) Have you twitchin' like you hittin' on some angel dust (Haha) No one gives a f**k about you, we hate ya guts (b*t*h) Plus, it ain't rough when I'm kickin' a free That cat Mac name begins with a E, to the Z (Z) From the home of the free, the land of the brave I turn MC's into singin' [?], b*t*hes (Haha, yeah) f**k y'all, muhf**kers It's The Ill Spoken, time y'all lil' b*t*h-ass muhf**kers st— Yo, I don't think th—
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