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Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
Ah-ah, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
of the bill
Collecting the money for sugar and trips
There's a free fight going on in the crowded doorway
And Joey's head is punched in rage
Well, Abel
Everyone's a slut and
Nobody's a slut and
Shake it like your birthday
Yo, all my sluts in the house put your fucking hands up
By that I mean, anyone who's
Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck
Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (woo)
Hope you niggas suffer 'til you pop a vein,
You was out here getting fucked by a bitch as her new contender
You said they had made it known they was out there picking up strippers
While they had
And strippers who lust semen
To get off the pole
I walked a road solo
Didn't need to sign local
For studio time
Or glossy 8x10 photos
Cause I don't know bro
That
and shrimp for dinner
Let's go camping in the summer
Cozy cabin in the winter
Go to Vegas tip a stripper then sit down and watch the Clippers,
Buy
You need help and boy it’s urgent
I’m a monster like a serpent
Imma kill you right now
And make sure you 'gon die a virgin
Selling albums like
on
Y'all are wrong
I'm not off to start a war with T-1000
Bout to shout in a crowded live house and louden my rap
The doubters be drowning in my saliva
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