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Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking, feel like Wiz Khalifa It’s 19 b*t*hes on me I just caught a fever She blow me some reefer Your girl a creeper, off saliva, nah what I mean bruh Saw her checking out my d**k when you introduced her Shook the b*t*h hand like watchu think they call me schnoot for Grenade, sticky; with me, heat, yeah, cause he’s a shooter See the pressure cooker, they hoping they see Ashton Kutcher I’m doing more than getting better I’m compulsive gambling And anybody in the way we lеt the horses trample’еm Born in a muddy shack and in a forrest starving Rewarded, died a rich man in a gorgeous mansion Either that or playing Mushroom Gorge, still with the fam then I don’t give a f**k, what you talk The robot in the garage Watches more than your mom, has its own metal band That they won’t ever ban cause they rock steady like heavy hand And the way that you sing, c’mon man, it ain’t happening Make me feel like Randy Jackson It’s a no from me dog, but I’m in the stu Underground like a bunch of legumes Magnets on my shoes, yeah I walk on the wall, magic mirror perfume I feel like Paula Abdul cause I sing better than you I feel like Mariah Carey around these f**king canaries With the bow and the arrow, it’s Yung Schnoot Like a boa on the tree, we bear fruit I give that eve b*t*h a apple how bout that Shoot it off her head 100 yards back Ding dong the witch is dead, off with the b*t*h’s head No cap it’s what said, the wing on the left Got one more dead in the stack So what it’s one less rapper said he could rap My teeth are incisors, I keep getting wiser The wider I pull out my driveway In preciser timing I can pull out my driver And hole and one ya hope ya know whats inside ya It’s on the sidewalk, sorry I had to chalk this part off It’s really blocked, I’m about to do some 3D art Listen my ego’s like a Leo on heron But I don’t do drugs I look bugged just running errands And my flow so quick, b*t*hes get they stare on Cause they want that old —, and I never Sharon, still don’t care dog Yeah, I get busy and I’m lit You could never rip me Freeze styles all day, no heat And I got no job watchu mean Yeah they fired me but they call it seperation Blood on my hands, no explanation Stole more than I could eat before it’s expiration I got a gut feeling there’s somebody else to blame then Dusty flag on the shelving, they suggested that you Pledge it I swear I could sense it, dreamt it, I don’t mean smelt it When my English teacher first got pregnant I was a freshman, was alleged but hold up, I could test it She had said it, I MacBethed it Hansel and Gretel coffin center, get the message How do you even spell cauldron, are you kidding I don’t know nothing about it, good riddance I don’t want nothing to do, stop crystal balling All you gonna see what comes in it in your jaw and Little b*t*h talking, if you seek me Imma be like, a spear in Britney Yeah, you know me, bayonet, put the gun on your waist Now you gonna be all wet when you run in your place Treading on mills, the only time you hold it Down is when you’re scanning your face Oh snap, let me get back to the original story It’s one sided like statutory Follower of exhibitionist truama, in a third world horror We’re all some third world ballers Out fudging numbers in the bakery mother f**ker
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