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I must be pu**y, pu**y, pu**y
I must be pu**y, pu**y, pu**y

I must be pu**y, all these lives
Must got about nine, she think 'cause pu**y
She run my life, b*t*h, go build me a shrine
I'm outta line, no, you outta line
My nose on this bit just fine
You hittin' dat dust, you smokin' dat pine
You needa come hit this pint, she think I'm a thug
'Cause I keep it a buck and I be crackin' her spine
I'ma get her back 'cause she's mine
I'ma see her 'fore the street lights
She was never one for street life
I'm the only one that she like
I know just what you freak like

You don't know none n***a, uh-uh
Done been the places I been
Who can spend the bands that I spend?
f**k 'bout five or six best friends
ATL, West End, to the London East Ends
You don't want nothin' to do with me
You just wanna play pretend
Yeah, hit the pack then bend
We heaven sent, hell bent
Got a big pack of gel pens
We can gut 'em, put the rails in
f**kin' 'round, a rabbit hole fell in
Runnin' 'round with big poles and felons
Playin with her butthole and melons
Shiny ass coat like I'm Elton

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