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Lethal Weapon[Nef The Pharaoh:]Ah, wah Mmh, ah Ah, wah DTB on the beat, that's bro And I still ain't never heard of what you claimin', nigga Lil' richer, but I'm still gon' be the same nigga Neffy always with a heifer like I'm Rocko I'ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco [Slimmy B:] Whole body inked up like a vato Give a fuck about a bitch 'cause we pop hoes Every day I'm in these streets like a pothole All sticks, I can't tell you what the stock hold [Nef The Pharaoh:] Your baby mama suckin' dick 'til she snot-nosed My dogs barking, I'm rocking Givenchy slip-ons I'm the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone And you the type to go on dates and take the bitch home [Slimmy B:] I'm the type to bring some nigga mom home Get smacked if your ass acting macho 5'7", leave a tall nigga 5'4" In the field choppin' shit like a lawnmower [Nef The Pharaoh:] Ever since I got that check, I got a lot of bling Blue cheese, I think I'm Buffalo Wild Wings Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning How you your brother's keeper but you need no rounding It's fifty on the Glock, I let that bitch do announcement Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces Money counter, I don't need no fuckin' accountant Niggas swear they ballin' like they Baby, bitch, I doubt it [Slimmy B:] Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain I be deep in your bitch, pussy drowning While you at the house with the kids, frowning In the trap with them packs, ain't no lounging Might not never got to college, but my child is Real rap, I'll never do a challenge And your nigga the definition of what a clown is [Nef The Pharaoh:] Baby, you should put that nigga in a circus Chop clap like a fat bitch twerkin' Ah, bitch, I'm good, call me Charles I don't lie, I don't jaws, gonna die with no flaws I'ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack The dody in my sack awake God from a nap If it ain't one in the head, why you ride with the strap? Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps [Slimmy B:] I was tired of running laps so I'm running up a check She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC 5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects [Nef The Pharaoh:] I'ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex Niggas bitin' on they nails, they ain't scratch nothin' yet Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse Bow Wow challenge, he don't live what he rap 'bout [Slimmy B:] Damn near five bands plus when I cash out Got a fat white bitch, she a cash cow Big gun, fuck around and whip Shaq out Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow [Nef The Pharaoh:] Pull up, draw down, nigga, pow-pow Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd It feel good 'cause the world know my name now If I go down, I'm allergic, that mean I'm breaking out |