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, honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby, cause the relationship has been so good lately, if i don't do what i do, then who's gon put food on the table?, it is what it is, i'm just handling biz, but i do what i do so we can live, i only do what i do so we can live, i only do what i do so we can live, i only do what i do so we can live, i only do what i do so we can live, mama don't work, heater don't work, police pulled me over and said he seen weed on my shirt, i pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness, if he popped my trunk i can get a life sentence, he came a little closer and told me that he smellin' it, i said "i rolled one up, i won't insult your intelligence, but i threw it out the window half a mile ago", he asked me when the last time i smoke, i said a while ago, forgive me officer, i'm stressin' and my pockets sore, hurtin', chillin' with my dog like a fuckin' labrador, he said he ain't with the bull: matador, looked at the top of my car, like what this lighter for?, i told him i was puttin' girls up in the mornin', and i'm goin' to my uncle's house to see if he can join me, the officer got a call so he was needed, and he told me slow it down, and i told him please believe it, then i proceeded to go to my uncle's house, well it really wasn't my uncle, it was a junkie's house, he got a badass niece with a donkey now, pullin' out the parking lot, headed to the other spot, out all night, addict with addicts, causin' havoc, i'm a prodigy, niggas know we mobbin' deep, gotta stay up when everyone fall asleep, the good die young, and promises are hard to keep, i left my old job, and now them niggas hardly speak, i got a new job, and plus i'm making more a week, the girl that i'm with is like a young kimora lee, i got them folks fiendin', pumpin' that jodeci, sippin' and my soda pink, you niggas is toilet seat, check my resume, it used to say i sold quarter keys, conduct disorderly, stayin' in the trap house, trips went to work, i'm so glad that it mapped out, simon says, monkey see monkey do, i wore the shirt, you wore the same shirt too, see me with my bitch, you buy your bitch the same purse, shoot you and your nigga, y'all can share the same hearse, this that murder 1, mixed with the bubblegum, kept working my dun dun duns, come get your mama some, nigga, this that slum talk, some say we talks slums, i rarely finish the end of my words, watch the rims hit on the curve, and what a nigga really care about a lisp?, people arguin' over me while i'm layin' in a bitch, death to a snitch, get it while you can and shit, its 3:30 in the a.m. we're just gettin' started like when i had the van, bought the tour bus and put some niggas in the pass, your style good enough to put in a glass bag, you know i'm getting' mine, you should use a hashtag, flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses, just killed her pussy, you gon' have to use forensics, organized crime, you can put me in a lineup, plus i got dreads, i'll pay a hundred for the line up, appetite for destruction, and i don't a menu, so far ahead of y'all niggas, i can see you in my rearview, see you in my rearview one of your headlights out nigga, i just got my first r&b bitch and got head all night with her, she said she tired of the generic, i say what up, she say what up, what up, you a parrot?, i'm like "bird ass girl, aren't you sick of the rhetoric?", and if i ain't arrogant, i'm out of my element
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Artist: 2 chainz