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Uhh, Man f-ck them bitches and them hoes
And them niggas p-ssies, camel toes
I got some money on me and the weed nice
My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light
Bitch it’s Carter 4, murders all she wrote
Now it’s f-ck everybody like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bitch that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit
A nigga countin’ money, you niggas counterfeit
Real nigga, nigga, proud of what I am
Young money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshit, in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bitch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bitch he said f-ck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga, Dusty Rhodes
I’m from Eagle Street I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a f-ck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie f-cked
This the best-worst feeling and nigga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shit I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
(Yeah)
Knock me, I knock ya face off, life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Ha,
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!

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