(yeah) CDC

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bitch you see that im the best and you need no damn binoculars

we are far from finished but the fame aint that far from us

tounge is a hockey puck/ on yo ice im hittin licks

kill two birds one stone/ take ya life and take ya bitch

i come out of the whip resemble something like a genie

just took yo bitch

cause what you make in half a year im fucking blowin weekly

fake niggas wanna be me/ but they can never compare

i come cut and dip/ i aint neva repair

are we cristal clear/ my boys equipted with these drumma

sneak dissas betta be prepared/ not one to blend into the drama

 

medicated/ ima doctored up

just want a bitch dont complain to much

take the dick see thats how to stunt

my dick is having guts for lunch

test your luck and come/ if saying i aint with the shit

success is tasting great no you cannot have a sip

i everything your not/ boy she coming home with me

round table/ my table muufagas take yo seat

fuck nigga you cannot feel me/ we aint know the struggle

going againts my set boy you must be suicidal

let me know my nigga we can make that happen

fucking groupies in 4s you can say that shits fantastic

 

im hella faded/ almost crash/ when pull up to the party

whatever bar you set you know im right above it

i fucking love it/ please tell me i aint shit

make sure that when you come around you commin collect

you gon show me respect/ or we gon have the tech spray 6 to ya neck

couldnt have it any other way/ man i love my fucking team

im winnin/ so they winnin/ we adapted to lifestyle of charlie sheen

 

my niggas are all riddas/ so yeah ill take a bullet for them

the heater will make any nigga freeze up/ so yeah ill pull it for them

want beef/ got ham/ thats harder than a muthafucka

you a milf and i happen to be a muthafucka

without checking the mileage these hoes we neva cuff'em

neva trust em/ we simply burn the rubba

fucking so hard/ she suck my dick/ last suppa

see that ring on that finger/ but fuck it imma lady snatcher

imma make you mine/ this dick will have you walking backward

my nigga pucker up/ we smoking on that sour

swimmin in the pussy/ why the fuck i needa shower

 

only things are certain if you robbin

chris paul these hoes we lobbin

kill that pussy leave it in the coffin

all in never bluffin

gotta start with sometime/ we back to square one

bitch i dont need yo compliments i know im handsome

xxl magnums/ living large no dave chappell

dont now any nigga who can turn down 80 mill and still live well

if they ask "what he about" better respond that paper trail

we poppin bands/ yall taking Ll's