Thou shall not front on real shit
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Aww hell
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Face a thousand deaths
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From Mr. Spit Vicious
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I go hard like concrete floors
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Make bitches legs open like lambo doors
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Up, Out
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Nigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow
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My ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounce
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Eat mama
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Let it stick to your ribs
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But no pics
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Tell your friends bout the shit that we did
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Cuz I cant have no evidence
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Of me hangin with other chicks
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Floatin round
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Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer shit
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It's Curren$y
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Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks
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My day job consists of business first
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And video games
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Bong hits and pullin skirts
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Vacationing month long trips
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Scamp of the Earth
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I'm tryna find what any
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All do was in search of
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Was it love
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Not sho
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But I know
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That ya man Hot Spitta aint
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One of these niggas who
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Don't know how to dress
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So they swagga jack Jigga
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Wait to see him on stage wit it
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Then they internet shop until they get it
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I saw they same thing happen to me
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Niggas laughed at my Steez
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Now they wearin DC's
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Fashion misfits
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I'm fashion gifted
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You niggas Boo Boo
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Find Yogi
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Crash a picnic
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Spitta, yea
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Who Styled Ya
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Curren$y |