It's Copywrite! Not the type to borrow I'm scheming
Shut the $#&@ 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 !@&(
O.H. ten. Where the $#&@ y'all at?
Now say '$#&@ you Copy!' "$#&@ you Copy!!", mother$#&@ 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
!@%*s I introduce to !@#^ call me a pain in the $$#
Buy a drink for a (*##$ that I think I'm a hit

Then I finger $#&@ her. If my finger stinks, I'm a split!

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(*##$! Dance to my %#@!!
Shake that $$# !@#%! Get that $$# up!
(*##$! Dance to my %#@!!

Shake that $$# like a ho! Act like you know! Come on!
(*##$! Dance to my %#@!!
If you don't suck my dick in the club

You won't get in the club! I said
(*##$! Dance to this
Hands in my pants on my dick!


My crew don't give two $#&@s 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 @@#! 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 (*##$ 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 (*##$'ll do when I empty my pockets

Trying to get her in the Hyatt to stick
If she ain't giving me #~!!@, I ain't buying her %#@!
Push the tired (*##$ 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 (*##$ looks for
Not cuz I'm rich but because my dick won't fit through doors

$#&@ 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 %#@! in the house

Sit in the couch say "AHH" take this dick in your mouth
What's all the (*##$ing about?
My mission's every (*##$ in sight is stripping 'em

I'm gripping your tits and ripping 'em out
And $#&@ 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 !@#%s 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 $#&@
Tomorrow night we'll do it again, but twice as drunk

Come on

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