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These niggas pick it up and put it down just like at finish line

Don't come around this side of town unless you bein' civilized

I need it now, a hundred thou, I'll put it on the picket line

Don't hit me now, I hear you down You know damn well ain't givin' mine, but your

Bitch gives The greatest brain to come out the trenches

These niggas hella washed, I'll rinse them off like the dishes

I wonder what it costed, so they sold for some interest

I got too many pots, I don't een know where my piss is, My point is, I spit too fuckin' hot, the water

On my neck boilin' I gotta tell myself to take a break and enjoy

It Cause at this point in time, I rid my life