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Gentlemen, this is a five-hundred-a-plate dinner Oh, five hundred, oh, okay Alright, no problem, here, put us?down?for, uh Put us?down for four in case we?want seconds B*t*h, they heard we taxin' Pull up tryna match that bullsh*t, n***a, we scrappin' 40, that's my bae, I can't hold her like a weak bladder Pop a n***a, then forget about it couple weeks after Everything me and Rio get on, they say we snappin' Put some pressure on him, he gon' break, weak plastic Hit the road, poured up an eight, then took a deep napper Told bro I know how to punch, he threw a piece at me Drink an eight and smoke a whole zip, now I got energy Blew his head off from far away, J. F. Kennedy They gave my unc' life for sellin' dope and he sixty-three Barack came in office in '08 and gave him clemency I'm still killin' Tay, he stole my bike in elementary Bumped into his a** last year like, "You remember me?" Shot him in his leg with a K, they call him Limpy T I used to be a fiend, I would've killed you for a zip of lean Smoke a n***a, then smoke a zip, then move to Tennessee I'm taxin' for the power, Consumers Energy In the USA makin' a play, my shoes from Italy Caught a case out the States, blew up an emba**y I got some lil' circle orange pills, I want one-ten a piece Just Johnny Caged a n***a at the store, I should've finished him Bust a n***a watermelon open with a lemon squeeze All I really smoke is Pink Runtz and Billy Kimber weed Finna pull up on Freaky T, he got some different weed Gelato 33 and Oreo Cake, I get it ten a G Have my white boy crack your safe for a hit of clean New AR came with more legs than a centipede B*t*h, I'm finna act dangerous Hi-tech, Wockhardt, and Morton cool, but that Act' dangerous Bro told me to leave the streets alone, but I'm back danglin' Bought my b*t*h some Louis, took 'em back, she got fat ankles I just smoked a half, now I look like a Black Asian Made her sell a** on Craigslist, I couldn't Backpage it Hit her, now she walkin' with a hunch, I'm a back-breaker Take the soft, drop it in the pot, I'm a crack maker Pu**y, you don't want static Drunk the pint before I even bought it, I'm a dope addict Bought a Scat' but it wasn't loud enough, I added Flowmasters Boog grew a pound in thirty days, he a grow-master Rob a n***a, pop his a** once, he get a poke after Tape his son up, then hit the E-way in Roadmaster Poured a six in a small pop, it taste so nasty Let the hoes suck my d**k at once, it make 'em both happy Unc' still buyin' 3X tees, man, he so corny Counted up ten bands in all blues, me so horny Dog ain't have no money for a feat', he threw me two 40s Did a show for eleven hundred, but only threw forty Ayy, let's get this sh*t poppin' Plugged in, I can get the R's for six dollars My son like steak, he ain't ever ate no McDonald's Left school and went straight to work like I skipped college I ain't had no job, my first sale was my b*t*h mama Rollie fake as hell, I can hear that b*t*h tick tockin' N***as f**ked up, do anything for a quick dollar N***as said I'm broke, that's like sayin' you seen a sick doctor What is this? What is this? Where's all the money? That's as good as money, sir Those are I.O.U.'s Go ahead and add it up, every cent's accounted for Look See this? That's a car, two hundred and seventy-five thou' Might wanna hang onto that one
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