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Eleven-thirty four Man all of these kicks you would swear that I'm doing Kung-fu Yeah She calling me beast boy I eat her like eating tofu Yah She tried to call me I lost all my phones and my feelings gone with em Whenever we fucking we don't need a bedroom We do it however whenever we choose I Never lose Two fingers deep like I'm chucking the deuce I need a booth Chasing the dreamy Man All of these girls Who been curving a nigga Be chasing a nigga Whenever I blow Hiroshima They don't know I skeem on the low They telling their friends that I'm bad But they fist on my dms I'm Carping-them-diems I'm copping them condoms I don't trust these bitches I'm Keeping that key on the low That bitch be wyling I'm happy without you Pahh Reality slap on the face You know I'm your best bitch I'm taking the cake I'm in the booth Don't interfere Gimme the loot Look at that fear Top Dawg Top gun bitch top tear No LB get the F*ck outta here Lalela Don't you sleep on me Lalelale Yinda you thinking my dream is not real I Martin Luther on all of these bitches Like I'm junior You know that I'm nasty Vele I'm going to hell Plus I be hoping I sell All of these records And set up a record And pray that my niggas prevail Nigga be single because of the standards and also relation-ship sailed Niggas be trashy If you touch my woman I'll make sure you never need bail Nigga is weak like my knees when I see that my music is banging for real Niggas feel something when say that I'm dropping that heat they be waiting to steal They got the juice And I got the sauce Check your fridge juice never stay Checking the score board Reality hitting Your music is stale Damn