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Ain't no salary cap, I don't max out I made a mill' with the tax out Trigger fingers when the gat's out But if we throwing hands, hit like Pacquiao Blood on his shirt He wiping his nose, you'd think he was sick You standing too close, you might catch a cold I keep to the code, I come from the 6 I come from the (Woo) Kick in the door to your crib You already know I'm taking a sh*t in your bathroom I ain't gonna flush after blowing it up And then I'm gonna c*m in your vacuum Sipping molly water Watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon on TNT Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot Gun c*cked, air it out like 'bnb Rocks in the face, that's the Thing, it's fantastic Lit like I'm Johnny Blaze in this b*t*h I ain't got a method, but mans will attack you Gripping that stick like my c*ck in the bathroom Two hands She make it clap, throw two bands New year, making new friends Hе a white boy but no Klu' Klan At least I don't think he is, um I guеss he—, I guess he could be Feeling like I'm Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I'm over it Please don't hit my line, I'm j*rking off, there's no controlling it Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our c*cks, then roll in it We dock our c*cks You have really soft lips, dude They—, we—, really soft lips Way softer than my girlfriend's lips, if I'm being fully honest I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track (Woo) Jakob, he asked me to come on the track We a choo-choo, running a train on the track Fantano is dead if he don't give it ten Send out some shooters to make his life end (Whoa) Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig And then cap his bald ass like I'm clicking a pen Now I'm stacking the cash and it's tall like a mountain Got boys with me like it was Brokeback Now I'm packing the bag and it's got me all anxious Got poisonous pills in my Prozac I got your b*t*h in the back of my hatchback Sucking my d**k like a Dyson, she bad, bad Packing a brick or two up in my backpack Call me the dealer like we playing Blackjack (Damn) I just had an epiphany That I could probably be the next big rapper wannabe But I don't think that I'll do it Because I would much rather sleep until noon and say "Screw it" Yeah, I might do what you think Yeah, I might drown in the pink Yeah, I might f**k around and hit up Embassy Suites Rent a penthouse and p*ss in the sink For real, I might get a penthouse in Embassy Suites And just p*ss in the sink Put that sh*t on Instagram live, ha
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