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Fuck it MVP

MVP Landscape Services, who don't keep a cutter

In a world full of lollipops, I ain't going out like no sucker

Sometimes I feel like my weed man love me more than my mother

Even if I was diabetic, you still can catch me smoking gusher

Nigga tryna stop his bitch from bobbing like he was born in Russia

Never played defensive line in my life, but I'll steal a rusher

Your own people don't even fuck with you, nigga, how can I trust you

I just got a text message from my cup, talking about we need each other

Pouring up school zone, still sipping traffic

Putting this MVP shit on every demographic

Pouring up school zone, still sipping traffic

I got me a Fanta and a stick, nigga, I'm fantastic

If a nigga say I ain't MVP, that just hateful slander

I read a bitch her rights, nothing to do with miranda

They say never question God, so he had to become the answer

I freestyle like Lil Flip, but I ain't got a song with David Banner

Niggas ain't eager to watch me eat, even though I got great table manners

I done poured up in damn near every soda, but I still prefer a Fanta

Like a TV dinner, baby, can you please eat it on camera

Bitch let me hit three holes the first night, this hoe ain't got no manners

I done poured up in damn near every soda, but I still prefer a Fanta

I poured a tre up with my young nigga, now we playing for Atlanta

MVP cleaning services, that mean I'm jumping Arm & Hammer

You can't catch me plain Jane with a designer bandana

Pouring up school zone, still sipping traffic

Putting this MVP shit on every demographic

Pouring up school zone, still sipping traffic

I got me a Fanta and a stick, nigga, I'm fantastic