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Grafh

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2011, anything new!
No cars, check!
No business, check!
No clothes, check!
No business, check!
No company, check!
No money, check!

I traded all, bitches for brand new ones, yeah!
My new bitch got brand new titties,
So happy New Year!
Prick!

They still say I ain�t the best design saturated,
But I �
Let the sole to the stove, evaporate it,
I�ma turn him into a cup of coffee decaffeinated.
They say the odds are against me?
Hell I made it!
I�m not animated!
Hollow when you need me, get all �
I got shooters on deck, activated.
I recorded your son after he graduated.
I�m going sexy, fat and�
I�masturbated.
Eve game the apple and I ate it,
I�m Adam�
So you two, see if I�m exaggerating!
Google it! Bring it back and play it magic!
Say it! �are taking it honest,
That�s the words you all have to wait�
You have no case, all my fingerprints�.
Prove it!
I still got the axe in my basement,
Somewhere wrapped in a bag�
But I won�t make�
Cause I will make half of the statement,
I only make fashion statement!
The judge said: �that guy get ��
Wow! Bitch dropped the gavel, taste it!
Flow me!
..try make it, if you need�
I�ll be in the back and try�
I�m at the bottom � and Matrix,
These cubic�send a�to repay me
The love ain�t here, the grub ain�t here,
When I get their rings, they say the gloves �
They wanna see me pee, they wanna see my�
You non like me, your blood ain�t real!
Sway!
�but it ain�t real,
Like tits if it ain�t in 8 cup, it ain�t real!
�made�., God make wine,
Some inmates got locked up make bear.
I make four blunts, drink eight bears,�
You can�t tell me that a punk ain�t scared,
You can�t tell me that your girl is� in shit!
Bitch, get in my� old truck, stay there,
And when I ask �do you wanna fuck?�, say �yeah!�
Reaching my pants, grab the�
Grab the wheel when I�m in a�
Driving like I�m off for the road way, here!
Like�let the champagne just rain, dear
I�m drunk!
You�re heading up one way!
Where? Look!
The sun� close, so the sun�
�when the sun ain�t there.
My tires are like bitches, �
I take my cars and cut their hair.
With a�looking like a trunk ain�t there,
�make it look like the trunk ain�t�
Zero to sixty, I�m �straight�.
The bitch�and never�
I made a jump like a punk�
I�m � East, the sun�, baby!
Hey, you�re talking about�player, where?
How can a �call a cup cake�?
You all full of sugar, I�ll punch your nose bone down,
You don�t need a jaw full of �.!
I wonder where God is gonna put us,
I was strapped outside of your church in a car full of hookers.
Sex! Watch our�
Time is money, I�ve got a clock full of diamonds.
Looking for every�I got them,
Try get popped, get popped when I�
Gotta a lock on the top� bottom,
Get dropped on the top till the bottom.
You better call the cops, this isn�t a rap, this is a clock�
You better call..
I hate your mom! God damn, I wished your dad wear condoms!

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