[Intro]
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Quack, quack
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[Verse 1]
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I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar
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Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car
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You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all
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I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call
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Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball
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I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all
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Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong
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I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on
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Finding me a bitch I can swerve on
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Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on
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Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on
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Throw some weed, tell her burn one
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[Hook]
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Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
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Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
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[Verse 2]
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Yea, I used to give a fuck about success
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Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
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Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast
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Sorry that's some shit I had to confess
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Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats
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Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds
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Now I'm at the top and the crown fit
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Gold on my outfit
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Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in
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Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that
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You know we wanna know where them titties at
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Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with
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Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is
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Corruption, stuntin' at the function
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Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion
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Pay attention, you'll learn something
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Roll that weed up, burn one
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[Hook]
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Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
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Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one
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Bird Call
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Mac Miller |