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And I don't really play none these games a millo i did I don't want to see the bit TV Screen All right hang on we got to do another countdown five four three two one
Spitting to Crippen to licking to bro Ha, I don't know You a little runt and a little hoe Coming in tip in to tipping too toe Looking like you might go on and out the door Knocking on knocking
To talking I'm packing to smacking the shit Running off laughing and people been talking About clapping their ass Clapping there shit and I'm running throwing them down in the Trash Heafty the bag heck with this shit I don't give a fuck I'm fucking this bitch in the Whip, Trip
All these people Thinking that they really got the trippy trippy trippy trippy trippy trip Here we go about to take you on a trip
Rocket ship
Spitting the blow and the people don't know Shit a Samoa I'm blowing my nose Going On home Spitting the flow and the people gone talk See me on the phone and I'm lineing them up I don't need people I'm lining them up People been talking about this Shit I'm whipping inside of my whip too fast I'm coming and giving your bitch some Crabs Oh I've been talking to Mr.Krabs He's got the recipe He hitting and chilling and Spitting with me Talk about people and villainous deeds I don't got dudes I don't got people I'm just uh hating and saying look at your pupils bro While you been talking and Sitting on your microphone Thinking about chilly the villain and making it home Making A bone Making it made and selling alone People been chilling and they're so alone I Don't give a fuck I'm sitting in my cell alone
People been channeling hate and I just got p.o. p.o.
Fucking your bitch and she new use tho I don't get pissed off Unless I got my list I let it Off
Blowing smoke Every single night when I choke I let it go I'm the ganja man
Gotta got your ganja man
And I'm playing with the Xanaxs Got your bitch and playing with these hands
Now you're wishing that you got my Letterman too I got that better the news