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You niggas don't even know | All that talk then no show | Cannot tell me nothin'
You niggas don't even know All that talk then no show Cannot tell me nothin' Show me somethin' I ain't seen before That hoe want my piccolo Smoking on that mistletoe Make her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's She look like a centerfold Mouth all on my genitals Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule Rolling up them vegetables Rapping with that special flow Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe Now I sell out all my shows Used to sell out all my blow That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a four Now a nigga livin' good I done made it out the hood Think I'm goin' back? I wish a motherfucker would Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah) Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya Life can end in vain before the end is near See I can hear you crying Silence sittin' in the dark Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart Sin is such a work of art Watch out for the love lost Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand Things a nigga do for thousands Made a million counting sheep Gave it all to public housin' Taking off to Abu Dhabi Beamin' up the motor, Scotty Talking to promoters, Scotty Everybody know it's Gotti Murder one, you've heard of them The Revenant, the all day madness Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress Big power, big stages My zoo cannot fit the cages This booth is not used to fakin' My crew just love confrontation I chewed the face off the laces I moved the weight from the waitress I chef the pot that made poison I cooked then tipped all the patients My bitch is way beyond basic That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance Aye, look what I ain't doin' Aye, ridin' in foreigns Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch But it's the real watch and that bitch fire Speed Racer waitin' outside The roof on it like a tank top Countin' money, watchin' paint dry When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Good, hood I wish you motherfuckin' would Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown I had to put my foot down Its like I'm popping a clutch Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up? And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge You a mouse that the falcon picked up So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight Listen deadweight never been a problem to dump Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts You've been the same motherfucker since 2001 Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump I'm at your house like Why you got your couch on my Chucks Motherfucker
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