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[Verse]
It’s Jay, without the Z
Sleazy, never lousy
Shouts out Uncle Sauzy
Automatic, split
Banana, clip
Got a lot of ammunition
Tell me what ya wish is
Chances are I can grant it
Lucy Berries, no Pomegranete
Kiwi mixed with the chocolate
Gettin’ off topic
No say, por kay
Took Spanish, signed up for French
Je m’appelle L’argent de Papa
Made somethin’ out of nada
Ferocious, I stay in the jungle
Days I’m Kanye, Days I’m humble
In love with Kit-Kats, Never givin’ Tootsie Roll
Kicked it and scored, that’s a Soccer Goal
Only fucks with tight, never loose
Nobody new to intro-juice
Got the jugo, drink it down smooth
Strawberries, there’s a jam
Diggin’, not berryin’ it
Theraflu, I’m too Cold, no Vietnam
Probably gone blow ina year or two, Strikin’ like a Napalm
Stay calm, no need to be
Mad, Vatos stay with me
Stinging, like a bumble bee
Flamin’, no Hot Cheetos
Frankly, crew stay C-notes
Cheese – stackin’, stay – mackin’
Ridin’ ina ’06 Honda Civic
Break easy like a pastry
No bakery, no cookie crumbles
Mama hate when I come home and I stumble
Lookin’ at the bottom of the glass
See my own reflection
Call me Chevron, all I do is Gas, not to mention
On these tracks
I just fuck ’em, no affection
Orange Juice and Liquor, the best mixture
Have you ever tasted paper?
Out in Vegas
No Chaser, chasin’ Vapers
Venom spittin’, Spidey Quittin’
They, movin’ quiet, style bitin’
Kickin’ in the dojo, rockin’ Bruce Lee kicks
If you ain’t hittin’ it then you is the lick
Sorry for my grammer
Girl wantin’ me to screw, no Hammer
Nigga, we can thow’ ’em arms
Ain’t ever let a punk, tryta punk me
Funny though, how I got his ho bitch tryna fuck me
Either workin’ or fuckin’, I guess I’m an addict
Live from the basement, never goin’ attic
Limelight, You already had it
Time’s ran away, while you stayed in place
Shitfaced, words never slur
Flow so ridiculous, No – Ludacris
Take a whiff of this
This what I’ve been cookin’ in the kitchen
Y’all niggas cookin’ beef, I’m just cookin’ chickens
Cause that’s what most of you is
Talkin’ all this fake shit
Up in my songs
Cause that’s what this one nigga did
And after that, No to respect that kid
I’m too fuckin’ paranoid
Always watchin’ my back
Cause these niggas puttin’ on a front
Then pullin’ out shit that’s whack
Nah fuck that
Got my real niggas
We the loud pack
Just a young nigga out the cuts
That’s a known fact
Get the fuck back
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