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Look... 

I Brought It Out Like Stunna 

I Hope When We Kiss, We Make Ya Sick To Ya Stomach 

Stuntin Like My Daddy 

And Ya Mama Eat Rubbers 

I Bet That I Can Do The Mouth To Mouth With Ya Woman 

My House Is A Dungeon 

Yellow Diamond Ring Lookin Like A Little Funion 

Standin On My Toes, You Can Call Me Paul Bunyon 

Switchin My Flows Like A Nigga Do Construction 

The Microphone Wet Cause My Words Like Seduction 

And When We On The Jet, You Don't Come Up In The Discussion 

And If You Say You Ballin, We Prolly Don't Trust Ya 

I Know Plenty Freaky Hoes That Prolly Won't Fuck Ya 

Even If Ya Payin Boy, They Prolly Won't Fuck Ya 

Only If I Say That She Can Touch Ya Like Busta 

Plus She Might Cut Ya And Burn Ya Like Usher 

Me And My Click Gettin Red Like Russia 

I Shit These Rappers Out And Sometimes I Forget To Flush Ya 

Grandaddy Purp Or Bubble Kush Crush Ya 

Explode In A Bitch Mouth Like A Gusher 

Cash Money Young Money Check The Production 

I Am Just A Martian, Get Prepared For Abduction 



I Walk It Out Like Cruthces 

Two Girls Jump Me Like Double Dutches 

My Nigga T-Streets Know A Girl Named Dutchess 

And Every Time You See Her In The Streets, She Be Cussin 

I Told Him He Should Wave The Black Flag Cuz She Buckin 

He Said The Pussy Good, He Said He Could Dig So I Duck Em 

I'm Lookin For A Real Bad Bitch With A Husband 

I Give Her Much Thingy And A Whole Lotta Nuttin 

I'm Spittin Like I Stumbled On A Gold Pot Or Somethin 

And When I Was Six I Saw My Role Model Hustlin, So I Gotta Hustle 

These Rappers Talkin Bout A Whole Lotta Nothin 

You Drop Me On Saturday, I Sold Out On Sunday 

Fuck Is The Arguin' Bought? Nigga The Carter Out 

This Is What I Call The Drought, 3 

And We Don't Walk It Out 

We Drop Top Porsche It Out 

They Better Walk Em Out 

Before We Chalk Em Out 

We Chalk It Out, [X7] 

They Don't Want It, Uh Uh 

No They Don't Want It, Uh Uh 

You See They Phoney, I'm Not 

Oh Yeah They Phoney, I'm Not 

I Eastside Walk It Out, I Bring New Orleans Out 

I Am A Saints Fan, Oh Yeah We Marchin' Out 

Like We're A Saints Band 

I Play The Organs Now 

And If They Talkin, Most Likely I'm What They Talkin Bout 

My Nigga T From The East Roll Out That Forrest Now 

Man I'm Just Tryna Get My Peanuts, I'm Like Charley Brown 

Okay That Ozey Make That Harley Sound 

Take Two Of These And Walk Around 

Come Straight From That Homeless Town, This Game Belongs To Carter Now 

Bitch