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B*t*h
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, hah
Know what the f**k goin' on
Hah, free my motherf**kin' brother, n***a
Free the whole ghetto, n***a

Prices was too low on them 'bows, so I copped 'em
Used to be ramen noodles, now it's rice with double lobster
Hate when n***as get some money, then switch up for a dollar
Say the dog gettin' strong, I took some pup off the collar
He got hit with a ten, somebody rush him to the doctor
Real drank baby, I was sippin' Act' as a toddler
B*t*h runnin' when we f**k, I blow her back out retarded
Meijers wasn't treatin' mе right, I got my racks outta Target
Damn, bro, I think I need some drank, I just farted
I donе mastered all that spice talkin' sh*t, now I'm an artist
Boss a b*t*h up, made her gain some weight, she was starvin'
Think the b*t*h came from Puerto Rico, she got departed
I mean deported, this a ten, not a forty
I won a ring with three different teams, Robert Horry
I just took a Perc' with three b*t*hes, that's an orgy
I can't be f**kin' hoes raw, I'm important
Swear to God, b*t*h, I'm double strapped when I'm f**kin'
Gave her son some Act' so it ain't no interruptions
You ever had some pu**y so good you started cussin'?
I think he hit it too, sh*t, I had met her through my cousin
Got a new connect on that shh, I think he Russian
Baby, I don't want that little pu**y 'cause it's musty
I'll never switch up on my bros, we the Dudleys
The best head I got was from a b*t*h that's kind of husky
Not a big b*t*h
I just bought a four-nickel, it shoot big sh*t
I just shot out to LA for a quick trip
I only f**ked her for a night, then she dismissed
No kiss-kiss
I still got a million bucks on my wishlist
Lupe Fiasco with that K when I kickflip
"Mike, what you got up in your cup?" This a big six
I wanna stop, but I can't, it's addictive
On the stage screamin', "Free the ghetto," n***a, two times
Ask me what I got up in my pocket, b*t*h, a loose dime
Glock 18 with the switch equals two 9s
Told the b*t*h she better act her age, not her shoe size
Yeah, I still run my hood, n***a, who lyin'?
I like a nasty b*t*h that eat the d**k up while the coupe fly
Took her to the crib, f**k the bed, we on the futon
Fiends lined up around the trap, it's a food line
It's a sale on the way, I gotta quick mix it
I'm a short fat n***a, but I mean big business
Out of town n***a want a feature, give me six digits
Bust a b*t*h down quick as hell, give me six minutes
Free Rio, free the gang and the whole squad
Hit him from the top, make a n***a do a nosedive
Put a big hole in his sh*t, this a four-five
I got a play in Alabama, n***a, roll Tide
I be on the E-way so much, I think the road tired
Rio walked in with a pop, we poured the whole five
It wasn't Act, it was old red
I just f**ked my new b*t*h on my old bed
Stackin' pape' for a rainy day, this some old bread
I just got a pint of Qualitest from an old-head
Took my b*t*h to get a pedicure, now her toes red
Woke up early tryna hit a lick, but my phone dead
Damn

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