(feat. Tris J)
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Six, I tell a bitch respect and kiss my chest and break me up a zeny
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Six hundred sixty six text messages are standing
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On a locked screen of my I phone 7s
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I am only affirming those we elect.
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Fuck around worrying about me, what about you?
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My girl just got a new girl
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The world just got a new beat,
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I'm out of your reach,
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Guess nigga know if I'm online.
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Silhouettes, said the devil,
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Chapel statuette with sacrificial lamb
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With a rice in his side of death, one on one just a slept
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Set the gladiator tournament
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Spent a thousand dollars for a glasses that the squander has.
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Splashing in the kitty pool of acid
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Cause walking up on ash will be the main attraction.
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Yeah, its been like a Ben Laden Osama
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I should Google bomb,
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See if my little cousin take a rocket and kill a baby swine.
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Can let get your guys beat my guys,
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Cause I am not the one
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Drink some Hennessey and get upset and start buying girls
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Motherfucking young
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Ya'll all my sons, and I am having none
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Who's get off the leash and act a fool I'll let them have fun
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I'll be in the kitchen like a Mississippi grandma
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Six sell phones, will paid with my of my sails son.
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Riding with my bad gun, smoking with my bad lungs
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She don't need me on her, but she asked me if she can get some
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Walking up on me get few 'her men dumb
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Walking up on me get few 'her men dumb
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Put this on Facebook
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| Sir Michael Rocks |
