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Ya ya, shit, fill up my cup
Fill that bitch right to the brim
I am so mean
I don't just dunk on a nigga, I put my whole arm in the rim
I be doing too much
She ask me for money, I spit on her man and her kid
She throwing it back
She asking me how do it feel
I tell her that pussy was mid
I'll do it again and I grin
Bite out your heart, and I'll spit that shit right in a bin
You're not spitting Wockhardt
Nigga a try hard
I'll spin your block and I'll spin it again
Fuck on yo bitch, set up a tri pod
Squirt out my dick and got nut on the lens
I take the top off, I take the top off
Crash a Ferrari then crash in a Benz

Huh? Okay
Fuckin' a bitch on a beach in Manila
Eat on the pussy, it taste like vanilla
I beat on my chest, I could scare a gorilla
I need me a hunnit, a Hun like Atilla
Got trap in my soul man I'm akin to Tiller
I'm black and I'm white man I'm making a Thriller
I got too much ice, I can't be any chiller

Fuck it up
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Writer(s): Gregory Furphy-rinaldi
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