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Correct #FuckYourBitch Lyrics
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Cam Meekins
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Correct #FuckYourBitch
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I told them I would kill it They tried to put a hit out Bitch, I'm young livin' Old folks, get out Somewhere in the iz-air Up in the smoke cliz-out I get high so much That all my pickups are a piz-out I'm on this, I got this Sittin' on some profits I'm chilling on the beach With Martha Stewart and some stock tips You last year like rocks I'm this year like this year My future's looking bright So I say it's looking crystal clear I'm so sweet like Krispy Kreme 5 of 6 up in the beam Drivin' down I-95 Bitch, I'm headed to the bean I got what your hating on Dawg, I'm what you try to be So keep goin' like free throwin' Cause I'm all up behind the three I'm with your girl up in your bed All those lines are kind of dead It's true, I'm actually fucking her Forget all of those lines I said I'm known to be a king; I was born to be a czar But all these people looking at me Like I'm going to mow their lawn Well fuck that. I'm outty I'm outty like an Audi I'm outty like an inny Man, I'm outty out in Maui With some girlies on my nuts Like I'm a rap star or something And their trying to take me home But I just want to make some muffins Cause I'm high as fuck, bong the ripper?? You're the loser, I'm the winner And my girlie got that ass Bet it's thicker than a Snicker My life's bling, your wife changed In my bed, life change We fucked all in the football stands Called that shit a night game I'm smokin' on that light green It burns down to this white That good stuff can do that Dawg, look it up, cause I'm right! W w w dot suck my dick Hashtag fuck your bitch Got that Colin Powell money Semicolon, I'm rich, bitch! Period, I'm kickflippin' Shoelaces, my vans, trippin' I'm fallin' over, I'm drizzy drunk Mike Jones, still tippin' I got these kids at my show Smokin' weed up in the crowd Security can't kick them out We burn this mother fucker down! We lamp until she turn me off Get it? Lamps? Turn it off? I treat my girl like luxury Call that chick a foreign car I'm sicker than a common cold Sicker than being kind of old Fuck these little bitches Who've got one flow, they kind of blow I got that, I don't need a hook Like hand fishing, don't need a hook English class, I'm in this bitch Best believe it, I don't read a book I keep my joints stuffed Like you never check the mail ... That last line was braille So stay out of my business This ain't show and tell
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