| I don't want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle |
| Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows |
| I like my side hoes lightskin, main bitch chocolate |
| Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin' |
| Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's |
| Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride dick proper |
| If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga |
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| Huh, nigga, fuck the feds |
| So much dog shit in my pocket, where the plunger at? |
| Had a threesome with a dyke ho and my baby mama |
| We eatin' coochie at the same time and we keep bumpin' heads |
| Hold on, bitch, back up, I can do it better |
| Tried to abort my lil' son, he a truly blessing |
| Fuck a bitch once, then I'm straight, I'm a coochie tester |
| Mixin' PAI, Quagen, and Wock', this a spooky beverage |
| Dove told me vlog my life and I love that nigga |
| Paul never turned his back, I'm still thuggin' with him |
| I miss Kenaisha every damn day, wish she'd hug a nigga |
| Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me flood them niggas |
| Huh, so I'm back for blood |
| Treat these rap niggas like my sons, told 'em wrap it up |
| Boyfriend pimpin' with the bitch at home shackin' up |
| Gave my brother life, that shit make me wanna whack the judge |
| Huh, this my life daily |
| Ghetto nigga, chicken fried hard with the rice gravy |
| Niggas actin' hard, but they sweet, they some Life Savers |
| Made my son high off the Wock', he a pint baby |
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| I'm a big problem |
| I don't want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle |
| Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows |
| I like my side hoes lightskin, main bitch chocolate |
| Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin' |
| Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's |
| Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride dick proper |
| If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers |
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| Yeah, we on verse two |
| I done touched so many (Brr), call me bird flu |
| I wouldn't give a fuck if you was Jesus, I'd serve you |
| Never show your soft side to a bitch, 'cause it'll hurt you |
| These bitches Dairy Queens |
| Bought a hundred cases, think it's green, but it's antifreeze |
| Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna eat that panty cream |
| Burglar bar doors when I'm trappin' 'cause I'm scared of fiends |
| Bitch, don't touch me |
| If the pussy stink when she show up, bitch, let's get musty |
| The same bitch that used to play with you back in high school |
| Will double back and try to give you the pussy when they get chunky |
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| Yeah, I'm a big problem |
| I don't want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle |
| Niggas doin' weird-ass shit just to get follows |
| I like my side hoes lightskin, main bitch chocolate |
| Rio locked, Packman gon' keep shit poppin' |
| Million-dollar nigga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's |
| Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride dick proper |
| If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, nigga |
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| We don't get no proffers, bro |
| We gon' take it on the chin |
| Fuck it |
| Lunch Crew, y'ello |
| (The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that) |
| (Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me) |
| (The Lunch Crew Company) |
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