[verse 1: dj lucas]
(legend)
Dj dj dj, man, this that rap music, gang, this that r rap music, gang
I talk my talk to these people, what up, christ?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Told my girl "i be right back", that shit took me six hours
Three-five in my bleep, that shit hittin' like a whiskey sour
Bitch, i smell like muddy, i don't even wanna take no shower
Last night got so hot, that i had a strange encounter
Yeah, shorty bad as fuck, but she still a debbie downer
And the plug like claude monet got 20 different pics of flower
Got a cussy waitin' for me, he's up in the ivory tower
This ain't my side of the hill, that's why i rock this eddie bauer
You hear that pain up in my voice, like flavor flav, i "fuck the power"
They know i really talk my talk, like will.i.am, i pump it- (louder!)
And these boys be smokin' spray, tryna tell me that it's- (louder!)
And i really talk my talk, for the ones in the back, i'll say it- (louder!)
In this sleepy town, but every day it's getting- (louder!)
And i never learned to snowboard but we still gon' hit the powder
I got three grams in my bleep, with some thc powder
They say "life's a bitch", but i don't know what i'd do without 'er
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
Get out my face, bitch
Get out my face, bitch
Get out my face, bitch
Get out my face, bitch
New cartier, bitch
You see, we nigga rich
I got a lotta shit, i bought a lotta shit
Caught that new corvette, [?] hoppin' out of it
My money old as shit, that shit look like gregg popovich
Unc hit the dope, passed out, i'm tryna pop him out of it
We hoppin' in the coupe, that shit look like a rocketship
Choppa long as fuck, that shit longer than the fuckin' bus
I just poured a fourth of tris' now i'm finna pour another pint of 'tuss
Bent over, countin' up all this money, look like i'm throwin' up
You woulda thought he caught the holy ghost when that choppa hit him and then lit him up
I'm the best at whatever i'm doing, whether it's selling drugs or driving the bus
Football captain picking up boxes at ups, left him in the dust
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