[Intro]
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Don't be looking for no donations
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You get dick, then reservations
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I get pussy, then hibernation
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I start humping soon as I wake up
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I woke up in some new punani (yeah)
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He woke up bleeding like “who shot me?” (yeah)
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I kept shooting, Boo said “you got him”
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Now all we gotta go is get rid of the body
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But anyway, I woke up in some new punani
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[Verse 1]
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I was drunk as a bitch
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Drunk as a bitch but not drunk as the bitch
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I got in and shagged, a donkey in it
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Junk in our trunk, hope my trunk he can fit
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And she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit
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Bunk and Sea Monkey do banana clips
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Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch
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Wax that ass, no candles lit
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And I roll with some killers, I eat with a mob
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Got some shit built up, I keep it inside
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Red in my eyes, Mount Everest high
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Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
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The TEK on my thigh, my aim so good
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I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
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Hold up – all bullshit aside
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A nigga almost died, but I'm outchea
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Fuck around with a real nigga and get merked
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I've been payin' my dues, will I get reimbursed?
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Love it when she make faces
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Pussy feel like vacation
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Eat it like I'm dyin' of starvation
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I'm at the finish line, her heart racing
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Giver her the view if she caucasian
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My niggas wild as Jumanji
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You can call me an SOB
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‘Cause it's skateboards over Bugattis
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I used to be at Heat games with better seats than Pat Riley
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Don't stop, pop that, don't stop, pop that ollie – Tunechi!
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[Verse 2: Boo]
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Sippin' on dumb, puffin' a J
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Met her tonight, fuck her today
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You tuck her away, I'm fuckin' her face
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Wine head, she's guzzling grapes
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Back shots, I'm holding her waist
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Freaky, I always freak…
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You know Tune my bro, but he ain't tryna meet ya
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Just bring your friend, both of us'll eat her
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Hate niggas who be hungry
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Got a hundred shots to feed ‘em
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Her panties are down, her legs is up
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We finally fucked, she starved for months
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Don't give a fuck, still I'll hit
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Never no feelings, no love for these hoes
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No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
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No flowers, we're simple, we fucked in the Rolls
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Royce – trick!
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Now they mad, I told they was
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Bitches'll be lying, I did the same
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Far from a square, don't mistake me for lame
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She's suckin' me off, I'm pokin' her brain
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She tell me keep goin', I'm doin' my thing
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That pussy so wet, I'm calling it rain
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I'm giving her hundreds, she's keeping my change
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I keep it a hundred, you do the same
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Most women front, but who do you blame?
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I gave you dick, you gave me pussy
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It's safe to say it's an even exchange… bitch!
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[Outro: Wayne]
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Don't be giving out information
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You know niggas still on probation
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I get higher than expectations
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You know this is the dedication
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I'm on that kush, she on that molly
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Yeah, I turn that pussy to Dansani
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Yeah, tried out my nigga Luca Brasi
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I don't know this hoe, so I must dash, no disguises
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Tunechi – I had to Dedication 5 it…
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Bugatti (Freestyle)
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Lil' Wayne |