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Ayo big bro, you ****ing with that? Hah, okay cool That's my ****ing brother right there, ya dig? Dexter, ooh, wait Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove Baby girl watch how you move I got them vets on my shoes (I do) I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait) Speed it up (Speed) Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat) Grab me two b*****s, I beat it up They thinking I'm wifing, deleted 'em (Uh-wait, ooh) Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what) My brother plug like a socket (Ooh) Geeking this shit, yeah I got 'em Open the safe, you can't lock it (What) Sippin' that Wock, yeah I go to the top Bust on yo b***h like a Glock (Ooh) She like to suck on my clock I get the money don't stop, Dexter Hah, know I'm saying? Like, I know you like this beat too But you a ****ing goofy though (****ing lame ass shit) Uh-wait Word around, word around, word around town I heard this boy was a clown Swim in yo b***h once I drown Call up my plug for the pounds Odd Future, yeah, it's right on my clothes Bad b***h, yeah, I watch her do coke Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor I never do it no more, ooh Telling you broke, it's no joke, ooh I used to kick in that door, wait Now I'm selling out these shows Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh Hold up lil mama, you tweaking A bad b***h, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican) Get her off m***y, she geekin' Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter You know I'm saying Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend Then you gotta go Call your friend too, Dexter Order VLONE, color orange mango label Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes Smoke OG grown, when I'm Californicating I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist Four finger ring on my hand Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand Don't wanna resort to the hands What the face say to the fist (I'm Rick James b***h!) Ha, funny and shit A fifth of the tab Suck on her t**s Went back to the pad Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix Speed it up, speed it up, speed it Up Just in the track and I beat it up Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?) My chick don't exactly know English They ain't 'bout that action no beefin' I might as well go back to vegan My shit might go platinum first week Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh) Word around, word of mouth, word around town You the one doing all the murder round town Pulling up, shoot 'em, leave the burner down town Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist I'm ****ing your b***h and I'm up in your fridge I only tell stories to tuck in the kids So how in the **** can they **** with the kid? Ha, funny and shit I'm back in my bag Went back to the pad Watched Dexter's Lab on the flix
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