| I be doing too much, like all the time
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| Staying fucked up, like all the time
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| Drink in my cup, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen
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| Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time
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| Draped out clothes, like all the time
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| Going hard on these hoes, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen
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| Say man, just who the fuck is you supposed to be?
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| And why the fuck is what I’m doing got you sweating me?
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| I’m in the club, smoking, drinking, and being wild, man
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| Loud and turnt up
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| Here we go, I’m on my Charlie Sheen
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| And I’m a fool with it, breaking all the rules with it
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| Tear up some shit, and be the first to say you did it
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| Being out of line most of the time, but I’m so cool with it
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| Damb fool with it
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| Tell them people «Big Scoob did it»
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| They say I got a drinking problem, «Kutty, slow it down»
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| You don’t recall anything that happen, cause you sober now
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| Got inavation, drop the dirty still drinkin and poppin pills
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| Living like no tomorrow, I got my own life
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| Drinking is manditory
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| Bitch, I’m a rockstar, it’s self explanitory
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| Stay in a hoe’s wallet, my dick will do it for me
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| I call it sweet living, this what they tell you, boy
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| I be doing too much, like all the time
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| Staying fucked up, like all the time
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| Drink in my cup, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen
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| Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time
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| Draped out clothes, like all the time
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| Going hard on these hoes, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen
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| Been out here winning, not with this rapping, but with this trapping
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| Since the beginning, before rapping, I been pushing packets
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| But now it’s fantastic, pussys clappin
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| Now they miss me flappin
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| But still a savage, needed cabbage, so I came back to rapping
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| I’m just the opisit, Charlie Sheen, he’s a feend
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| But I’m a pusher, so I’m back to pushing gutter dreams
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| Whipping that butter cream, chop it, knock it, push the beam
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| The greatest ever seen, give it time, watch the skeme
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| I know you sleeping, but I’m waking up your whole gang
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| I keep on creeping, sneaking, I’ll blow out your brain
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| Nothing but soldier game, tell your boy I sold your flame
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| The shit I overcame, knumbs a nigga, Novacane
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| He with me, steals with me
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| But I’m really friendly
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| If liquor’s in me, then it’s different, then I’m really silly
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| Release the Tiger Bloods, sick the goons in the cut
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| Big Scoob is winning, trending topic now, nigga what
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| I be doing too much, like all the time
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| Staying fucked up, like all the time
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| Drink in my cup, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen
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| Keep a pocket full of doe, like all the time
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| Draped out clothes, like all the time
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| Going hard on these hoes, like all the time
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| On my Charlie Sheen |