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(Oh GoldLink spank me like you hate me) Welcome to Planet Paradise, where we have the best arts in the Milky Way Your baby daddy's back... Your baby daddy's back... Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink Scottsdale beep, kick it with a low-down freak Got her wilding pop pop, off to college, got her hollering Calling out my name, unless she really says she all up in Push the chang out, brought my kick game out Brought it back to '96, the first 12s came out Had to call my niggas, cooling it with my kickers Had to call my connect, had to show my respect And we next to take the throne, now I gotta keep up Bad bitch keeper, I don't think I deserve But I gotta keep her, eat her like my desert But I'm cooling it with my niggas on the reefer Used to Pac compare me but I beg to differ Flow shift, switch, got a tame it like a bitch I hit, I split that shit, lickidy whip I went straight in, who can go in like me? Rocking and rocking up on the beat And my neighbors hit my door cause they hear me when they sleep f*ck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee f*ck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners of the DMV Flip the torch ad well of course I had to take your bitch, nigga You was loafing, I was pimping, then I ask myself Mirror mirror on the wall How many sucka motherf*ckas do I call and And as the sun rise as I go to sleep I hit the creep creep after dinner with your bitch f*cked her on your bed while I skeeted on your sheets And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat Tell my nigga please Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Gimme the gimme the bucks and Imma stuff them in my trunk And Imma hit 'em with that 40 clip cal pump What the f*ck is up nigga, f*ck your whole team Done taking shots, living lavish my team Never sell a dream, shit ain't what it seems Popping and popping and load a pistol steady cocking at you demons While you're trying to catch my semen I ain't into twatching and the tweeting and your cheating Rather catch your ass slipping in the streets, approach the scene And then I cuff ya, I bust ya Rolling up the tree and then I cuff ya, I snuff ya f*cking up your waves, cut off all your dreads Then you catch your girl up in the alley giving head Shit is crazy when you beefing Don't cry, dry your eyes The hero's here nigga Now the city's all mine Flow go through your spine Never wine and dine You heard the last song so you know the bitch is fine Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the squad Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
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