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Ayy, you better stay on your ten and stay on your toes
'Cause some of these snakes don't rattle
I'm finna go buy some more land, but I hate Uncle Sam
So I'm finna get horses and cattle
I feel like the three hundred Spartans, n***a, no matter what
n***a, I'm always ready to battle
It's like I got throwed in that water, I ain't know how to swim
And I didn't have a boat or a paddle
Your daddy a ho and your mama a ho
So yeah, lil' n***a, you a son of a b*t*h
When I was a youngin, I seen this sh*t comin'
I kept tellin' mama we finna be rich
Ain't no Paid in Full, but these n***as know how I'm comin'
I get to the money like Mitch
Oh, you think 'cause I started rappin', you ain't payin' up?
Boy, you 'bout as dumb as a b*t*h
I got two wings on my back like an angel
But got two horns on my head like Lucifer
Or when it come down to this beef sh*t
n***a think he get stupid, but I get stupider
I just f**ked a b*t*h one time
And she already talkin' 'bout marriage and want me to move with her
And if you can pull my b*t*h, you can have that b*t*h
But you probably don't know what to do with her
It's that time of the month for some of these n***as
These pu**y-ass n***as finna start catchin' cramps
It was too dark in that n***a apartment
So we finna light his sh*t up like a lamp
Ain't no Wrestlemania, but go'n 'head, give me that belt
'Cause n***a, I feel like a champ
And I ain't never been to the Forbes
But I smoke 'Woods like I always knew how to count
I be tryna hide my gun, but the clip poke out
Like some toes stickin' out of a sandal
Ayy, twenty-four shots, it ain't got no attachment
But it got the F&N stamp on the handle
I'm straight out the jungle, so you know the fur on my jacket
Came straight off the back of a mammal
Ayy, I know a b*t*h that can suck that d**k so good
No teeth, she don't use no enamel

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