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(I'm Kured!)

Just the pants and a shirt, damn near cost a nickel
Been broke all your life, you ain't gon' ever solve the riddle
She throw the neck for everybody, she the artificial
These n***as never drop sh*t like they argumentive

Pull up to the scene, they like "there go Marc' b*t*h."
If getting money is a must, then I can't smell your armpit
Same b*t*h you hatin' on me to gon' f**k me off rip
Used to wear my dawg sh*t, now I'm up dog sh*t

Can't leave the game, b*t*h, I'm knee-deep
Never needed hoes, b*t*hes need me
Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea
Stop tryna do fraud, but it's hard when everything free

Just f**ked the sh*t out your thot, to a deep sleep
n***a don't get beat by the chop, like Chief Keef
Swan, that's my brother, you see him then you gon' see me
SWV, I'm the reason your b*t*h knees weak

You might catch me daydreaming, cause I stay scheming
n***a you a fake demon, your b*t*h late creepin'
When you call, she fake sleepin' while she taste semen
Countin' money I keep prayin', have to thank Jesus

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