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[Verse 1]
Ay look my swag so mean, I go to therapy for that thang
I get high as a plane while y’all niggas ride the train
This Hispanic bitch is bad, nigga she beyond profane
Lil’ mama and her friends some chicken heads, Raising Canes
Turned all up in the stars, imma codeine astronaut
Imma killer all-star, like my nigga Juggernaut
If I am out here tryna function then I’m gon need some pot
All these bitches on me, so call me Sir Fucks-A-Lot
A player gon be a player, no matter how you say it
So if Word Play wants a bitch, then Word Play is gon pay for it
Meets my criteria if she can twerk and work that pole
In my red Adidas, I’m in „steal your bitch” mode
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[Verse 2]
Imma do whatever I want, so my name is Charlie Sheen
Imma boss like Meek Mill or a college dean
Put Saint Louis back on the map, check them damn books
If you bring your girl to the club, she gon get took
Hall of fame swag is what I got and what y’all lack
And my crew running train on all these hoes like Amtrak
In my room got racks on racks on racks on packs on packs on stacks
Smoke that weed, get the munchies, then buy some Lil’ Debbie snacks
Niggas brought that kushie, now we about to take flight
We somewhere in the heavens while you’re fucking around with a kite
Fuck what a hater say, imma do me, [?]
Imma real muthafucking nigga ain’t no way around it, cause a
[Chorus]
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