It`s Copywrite! Not the type to borrow I`m scheming
Shut the fuck up and listen to the following meaning
A role model for those willing to follow a demon
of one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my semen
O.H. ten. Where the fuck y`all at?
Now say `Fuck you Copy!` Fuck you Copy!!, motherfuck y`all back
Wanna shoot me cuz I called your man wack
But you bear no arms, therefore can`t clap
Better respect your boss and accept the loss
That I.Q. rock sets metal detectors off
You got juice? That`s pulp fiction
Pick up your girl and get brain in the car like Jules and Vincent
Too fatal, unable to crash
Sluts I introduce to anal call me a pain in the ass
Buy a drink for a bitch that I think I`m a hit
Then I finger fuck her. If my finger stinks, I`m a split!
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Bitch! Dance to my shit!
Shake that ass slut! Get that ass up!
Bitch! Dance to my shit!
Shake that ass like a ho! Act like you know! Come on!
Bitch! Dance to my shit!
If you don`t suck my dick in the club
You won`t get in the club! I said
Bitch! Dance to this
Hands in my pants on my dick!
My crew don`t give two fucks on the scene to ball
Twenty deep and two bucks between us all
We ain`t come to dance we came to see you brawl
And while y`all fighting I`m taking your chains keys and all
Hoes glance, no romance. We stick cock in `em
Slow dance with hoes strictly to pick pocket `em
Y`all bought the bar out, but can`t be drunk
Cuz I pissed in your brandy while y`all was dancing to, Ante Up
That ain`t Cris y`all drinking
It`s piss y`all drinking
That`s why you`re bitch all stinking
Megahertz profile on the low while you got no style
You ain`t hostile. You HOE style
All up in the V.I.P. trying to pop Cris
Meanwhile your fiancee got her face where my crotch is
Watch this. Pull out a twenty, she`s topless
No telling what the bitch`ll do when I empty my pockets
Trying to get her in the Hyatt to stick
If she ain`t giving me pussy, I ain`t buying her shit
Push the tired bitch from the driver`s side of my whip
Jerk off. When I see my crew, lie on my dick. Come on
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Six foot four. Skinny white kid your bitch looks for
Not cuz I`m rich but because my dick won`t fit through doors
Fuck tipping a bartender. Let a bigger rap star enter
I`ll key his paint job and dent his car fender
Give me a straight shot of the strongest shit in the house
Sit in the couch say AHH take this dick in your mouth
What`s all the bitching about?
My mission`s every bitch in sight is stripping `em
I`m gripping your tits and ripping `em out
And fuck security. They don`t worry me
Drinks on the house with counterfeit currency
I`m high but twenty gun packing. Nun slapping
Oh, you ran out of liquor? Better run back in
Champ war. Bending over sluts with their pants tore
But can`t score since I`m throwing up on the dance floor
My mans tore the club up. Trife as fuck
Tomorrow night we`ll do it again, but twice as drunk
Come on
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