| Open eyes, light the joint, take a piss
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| Make two farm fresh scrambled eggs with the grits
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| Classic club soda, splash with the twist, lime
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| Placed on my wrist: custom Swiss time
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| Hit the slopes, custom case for the smoke
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| Lifted up, flour for the cake getting sifted up
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| Make it fluffy… poof
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| Bring your fucking buttcheeks here… boof
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| Man, I fucking stand on my own, pockets getting thick like Luthor
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| Hundred dollars on a taste will get a kid to shoot ya
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| Dip to the Red Roof Inn, have a sandwich
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| At 7: 30, on the Greyhound back to Kansas
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| My life is written, you sittin' while you pissin'
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| I’m only sittin' if I’m shittin'
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| And I’m shittin' often, I’m a boss
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| Smokin' while I’m coughin'
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| 50 piece, a mummy that was laid inside the coffin
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| Extract the blood from the mosquito
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| In the amber, Deion Sanders on my feet inside the Regal
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| My shorty Tam, last name Esposito
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| And gettin' money every day my destiny though
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| You could mistake me for a truck driver
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| On the strip, paying 30 for a muff diver
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| She had the red pussy hairs like a brush fire
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| Peace to Jamaican big girl, 'nuff iyah
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| Girl, why you running from me? |
| Bitch I adore you
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| Come back sit in the chair baby you’re royal
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| No one above you, need you in my life
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| What I would do without you? |
| I need you
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| Standby
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| Please don’t go |