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And everytime she say it I keep thinking Nando's So now I'm thinking chicken with a UK pasho Just a hood nigga with a different type of taste, man But she fuck with me cause she know I ain't a waste, man Rap Frank Zappa, stepping on it like a Capo Even at your pastor, say I got the Master Blaster Purple like a Raptor jersey, Hershey and the Swisher Sweet Pistol speak, if you don't listen nigga that ass'll leak Master beef, Green Beret your style flow, casualty Drastically, streets is saying that hip hop needed me I'm the majesty so greet me as your highness Sipping on the Heineken while blowing on the finest Minusing your pocket while I'm clearing up your sinus Hoes use vaginas try to set us up and line us My nigga roll the chronic Smoking on some thunder from the land of supersonic One puff can make you vomit, but I can face a whole one Call my nigga up when I'm broke, let me hold one And I'm owed one, like to pop another But I ain't feeling yet dawg, so let me pop another Danny Brown the Hybrid, Pilot violet to the white kids I'm psychic, knew these bitches suck my dick and she did I'm violent, fist go in your mouth like trident She tried it, hit me up and came back for seconds I wrecked it, rappers soft and have no progression Correction, killing shit nigga, adolescence Connection, y'all niggas begging Testing at the dinner, turn your ass to breakfast Intersection like some bitch undressing Dick hurt from texting Gave a pearl necklace Now where the next bitch, they all want to text this And hope I'm sexing this The right message, because I'm on some next shit Carress this, put they mouth on it, put their neck in it Desperate, spray up in their hair like nexus Question, anybody know where the ex is? (where the ex at?)
Writer(s): Curtis Cross Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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