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I'm in the crib butt naked b***h.
She said my d**k could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American.
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints.
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark p***y.
Shoot you in ya fu***n' mouth and make you talk to me.
Sometimes I need someone to talk to.
Cuz I am Not A Human Being... Part Two.
Getting paid, show money for walk throughs.
Lettin' all these hoes ride my d**k, car pools.
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school.
Cash Money Army, Veteran with my war wounds.
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a can good.
And all my n****s that I roll with are hella armed.
And last night I took a transformer.
And had a dream that my d**k turned to Megatron.
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons.
Money talks man and mine talks lecture long.
P-you-S-S-Y... My second home.
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe.
She say "Tunechi you the shit you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price."
Then I make her take this d**k like advice.
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it.
I stick it in her a** like some f*****g steroids.
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake a** n***a.
Break pads n***a... Wait.
You ain't in my weight class n***a.
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror.
Runnin' this s**t like a faucet... Farrah.
Barra... Cuda.
Who the f**k you are?
I can make ya b***h root for me like I grew her.
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure.
90 Billions b*****s on my d**k like a skewer.
That's Swag, I'm a True Blood, b***h no fangs.
Been went Pro, now I'm going Propane
B***h get off me, b***h get off me.
I got her over here blowing me like coffee.
Hand me that paper like I graduated.
And I get head while it's decapitated.
Think it's a game n***a come play.
I'm with my killer bees... F**k bug spray.
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta.
I personally know strangers.
It's so strange but this girl named Dana.
Like to go anal.
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer.
Plain ol' n***a, but a break from the norm.
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm.
I rather ring ya fu***n' neck before I ring the alarm.
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone.
Wit 'Em.
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair.
F**k with me, ya a** is grass... Get a lawn chair.
I was f*****g before my d**k started growin' hair.
B*****s sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air.
Mannn, nuts and bananas.
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble.
No rubber... I just f****d this piano.

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