I'd tear a page out the bible if I be out of papers Idle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo’ wafers Pastor said: 'You won’t be successful gettin' that boomin’' Did I ask ya' pussy nigga? You a human And I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoon Save me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shrooms Maybe I’m faded, but I wiggle like a cartoon Yeah, I feel like a cartoon I'm in yo' devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicest Always eat your food with spices Pay attention to the prices, don't be made into a sucka' You won't have enough for supper, keep ya' numbers on the upper Tupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpet I park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targets Hit like a guitar pick, that's strummin' or like a drum that be gunnin' You down for fun, I chuckle, and then I run Run up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it out Coke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it out Don't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' it You hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' it I got two hands on that bitch, I won't double back I got that cookie it double wrap, I got Gelato in Cuban tobacco I popped a new bottle and blew out her back, ho I act like a wacko ass I spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the goo You a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bag Try me, I'll always pull up with a larger mag Built like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' me Smoke up a garden G, I think it harden me I am not hurtin', my pain is too far to see Bitch, if we kick it, no way you say 'nah' to weed Or to poppin' a bottle, we pop him, he waddle I ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a model I stay as a drawin', yo' life is a novel and most of it awful (Ass) Nobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whore You pay to get seen, you poor Don't play for no team, I'm bored, huh? Talkin' that shit, yo' lip look like an asshole Walk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo' castle You one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchel That shit a purse, but it's less of a hassle Why it got tassels? (Huh?) Why it got tassels on it? I won't pass the chronic to ya', supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitch I pack her smackin' lips, my dick attack her Slip inside her back-end quick, stackin' chips Like it's a Pringles can, let's get it crackin' bitch, nigga Bring it then, bring it then

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