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I got lots of drug dealers 
I be gettin in my feelings 
I got problems with the women 
Tell them hoes I aint perfect
I dont really know how I live in the streets
I be dyin everyday, tryna keep it all discrete
I be fuckin up my life, I dont really give a shit
Poppin pills in my room, I can count on counterfeit
I dont really give a fuck about the lighters in my room
I dont give a fuck if I know nobody in the room
Ill shoot em down anyway, bitches cant consume
All this swag up in my pocket 
Cause you know you lose your cool 
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
When I pull up with your bitch
Dont give a fuck if youre rich
Dont give a fuck, bitch, Im lit
Diggin my dick in her ribs
Kissin her clit with my lips
I kill the pussy, no shit
I kill the pussy and dip
Skeet, skeet with the jets
Beat up, beat up on the pussy 
Homie, what the fuck you lookin 
I got your bitch and she cookin 
Suckin my dick like a rookie
Derek Jeter, Im a rookie
Tell em we makin a movie
Im finna buss on her boobies
Drugs on me, Im a junkie
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