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Search inside my purse to buy something worthless | 99 problems all gone in that one joint | And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless 99 problems all gone in that one joint And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster With a duffel full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out Toe tag, don't gag, spit your gum out Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger I'm a manger-born puppy, holding flight like a hangar do Knife to the trachea, spit scabies and bet The label don't like me but they pay me a grip And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss Hey, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch We could do this shit all night I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly I'm couch-drunk, ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up? I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush screaming, "Saddle up!" Like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up? The rice and the patties cooked nice for the chancellor Them teeth with the golds bright, the light switch's mad at us Snapchatted panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor, uh High and polite because po-lice is in back of us And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with Stretching out the 15 I had initially Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep We could do this shit all night I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch We could do this shit all night I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
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