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Pop that Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at I was busy getting to it I forgot to call back back I forgot you all lapped My shit marathon slap Nippy if I talk smack Cryptic where my bars at Pen game like the language In these other rappers contracts Them and me is contrast Running up all kind of pack Know you know the vibes You could feel it through the Comcast These niggas is CAPCOM Talking like they Mega Man Pop em' like a Mega Men Bitch I'm talking vitamins Down it When this bottle drop its Heineken You fucked up Need a Heimlich Got your frenemies behind you They gon line up just to line you When you flat line on your vitals I remind you Taller then Eiffel Your fall off harder A drama start up can't even hype you Lights camera action Go and Pop that Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at I was busy getting to it Stadium shades up on my face I'm looking Sport Center I put this paper all together Like it's Staples Center Straight facts I feed a hot girl summer Come n eat a nigga If she on birth control I like her I could skeet in her Don't try to baller block Pull up pop Check up ball in Call a corner 8 ball in the pocket If you call n cop Balling to the point that if I cut her She gon call the cops Can't cuff on no corny thot Get it out tha parking lot Stop it slime just Pop that Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at I been busy getting to it Yah can't see me Need some contacts Cornea they quarterbacking All this whack shit Warren sapping Running backs Run it back You looking like a runner man All that flexing on tha gram You running all in place Should do the running man Run a couple bands I need some rubber bands I just bust a dance N be like fuck em Till the rubber snap Colder then a stunner slam Colder then a cola can Coke all in your nose It got me blowing Like a running fan Touch it You gon cut a hand Fuck the numbers up The man gon run it up to Uncle Sam Run it up n double that Ran to them to double back I can't fuck with that So fuck good luck N pucker up N suck a ass up N just shut the can Shut the fuck up I'm the man Pop that Molly with the cognac Shawty call me contact Plugged me in her coochie Now she litty off the contact Litty what you call that Drain me where my balls at I was busy getting to it I forgot to call back back
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