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pus*y popper, young Waka Flocka
We shake her like maracas, don't forget Sinatra
My b*tch is like Rihanna, better yet, Beyoncé
Had to take her top off, gun shots ah pop off
Mi nuh f*ck 'round with dem boy'nem
Dem boy'nem get chop off
Tell di boy fi gwan fi him gal and suck him bloodclaat
di*k stains, let my di*k hang like a nunchuck
Anyway I can, b*tch, I'm just tryna get my nut sucked
Ha, so f*ck luck
b*tch, it's pure skill when I gun buss
Glocks like 50 on my n*ggas, acupuncture
f*ck life, it’s a Suge Knight, get ya mind right
Only way a n*gga coolin' if I get high, right?
High up in the sky, right?
Muhf*ck a cloud, all my n*ggas in the ground right now
And I bash like Xao, like pow
Mind within the comic, I'm so high right now, so pass that
Skinny motherf*cker, won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a n*gga life, so where the stash at?
Got about twenty-f*ckin'-mill just chillin' in my backpack
Call a fat b*tch, then I hid it in her ass crack

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
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