I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga, we made it, made it,
Pro professional, pure persistent,
I hate complaining, I hated waiting,
But I hate to pay a bill (hate that)
And I made a mil' without a major
but she came for real (she came, uh)
that ain't a thing for real
That's the broke lingo (huh)
And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this
let my hoes lay low (ooh)
I just want some face but this
Do right and kill er'body, Drake
Bitch, I'm tryna eat out,
take your plate mode (hello)
Disrespect your life and I'm
You can leave this earth, bitch,
I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in
What up Marshall? I'm a martian,
I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
Eight niggas, eight hittas,
Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid,
When the pain leaves (huh)
Where does the pain go? (Where?)
Tip of the Backwood is where
sellin' the same clothes (wow)
Me and my niggas gotta eat,
we share the same stove (what?)
Case closed, bodies in my lane,

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Get nowGame over, Thanos on you H- Os
Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause
Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
'cause even Dre know (Dre know)
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
You're gonna need three SWATs
Or police officers at least
I need y'all to keep talking shit
I am the complete opposite
Who spit these weak bars,
Each thought'll be so toxic
It'll block the wind through
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better get to popping and when
I won't topple and I'm giving
it and I'm not gonna stop
Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
I cleansed him of his mortal sins
I'm God and the Lord forgives
Even the devil worshippers
I'm moving on but you know
When you're born with Lucifer's horns
And you're from the school of Notorious,
And The Poor Righteous Teachers
Showed them all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more
The more they remind me of eyeballs
I'm watching my pupils get
But I'm contemplating yelling,
"bombs away," on the game
Ariana Grande concert waiting
Here comes Saddam Hussein,
Look at how I'm behaving,
(fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
Man, I don't see why they hate me
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
"APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay- Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby
And the doctor's operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop,
your silhouette, intellect
I better check to see why
'Cause I met your bitch on the internet
Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
That bimbo Kim put her lips
Like a dusty cartridge from
Those were the days but I bet you
I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper,
to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
Real, real, real, murder, murder,
Nickel- plated, twenty two, two, two
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore
Ain't shit I won't do just to
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
But, even to the untrained human eye
We ain't the same, you and I
have explained to you why
For you to go against me, it's simply insane,
That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide,
But I know magic and here
I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and
pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha that
you won't know how to react
I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
Like a Saudi attack when the