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  Number three before four, this the three-peat
  Niggas actin like they wanna see me but dont wanna see me
  Im on that, believe me 
  Even Baby with four, that shit easy
  She pull up, gimme dome for the freebie
  She suckin and spittin all on me, she freaky 
  Wrist rock, pull it out and she eat me 
  I got sticks round my house, its a teepee
  Like an Indian, big bank roll, no cinnamon
  Big boy jet to the island, no Gilligan
  Mic check, like check, he lyin, I aint feelin him
  And if you see a check outside its Eminems
  Nigga aint me, he lame, Im really him
  If you with me, we gang, we the same, we synonym
  They aint want to give it to me, had to make em gimme that
  Take a shot and send it to me, bitch, Ima send it back 
  And I been the same, sneak disses on the Internet 
  You never see me goin back and forth cause I aint into that
  Just tell me where your block at, Im sendin them to spin on that 
  Prolly catch your niggas outside pitty pat
  Prolly catch your niggas outside playin jump rope
  Said they want the smoke, all the smell is gun smoke
  Think they tired of lookin for you, pulled up to your front door
  Nigga that shoot back, take the nigga gun, bro 
  Bitch, Im a dawg , but I dont want no...