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LIKE THIS SHIIIITTTT. PEEP THE LYRICS.

LYRICS:
stabbed in the back so they praise me like Caesar
your girl playing games so I call her dick teaser
bang with the beats, boy I blow out them speakers
I need to get higher like "where is my reefer??"
whippin up chemicals using these beakers
get cash from glass, that's a shout-out these tweakers
takin' command, nombre Chief or the Leader
satisfy ladies, they call me The Pleaser.

find me in the movies, not in the theaters
catch hoes on camera just like it's Cheaters
and shit, I wish I knew the procedure,
so I could fuck a slut deeper, break her femur
ice on my neck so I look like a freezer
fuck up your body, you're next to have seizures
used to inspire like I was a teacher
now I'm a goblin, a ghoul, and a creature

put my balls between her legs,
call that wide-receiver
my gun named a heater
clip style is that trigger-repeater

don't need a feature, I'm sick like the fever,
been drinking that cleaner, cause boy I been eager, to die
I'm leanin, that tower of Pisa, got lean by the gallon,
stack bottles of liters, I'm high
acid sheet lenghty, it's closer to a meter
11,000 fans, that's a whole lotta bleachers
I'm tight(tied) and got soul, it remind you of the sneakers
they can learn a lot from my words like a preacher
came in her hair now it's slicked like a Greaser
she grabbed my balls like Harry Potter's seeker
my metaphors are strong yours are weaker
I could spend all fuckin day on Reaper

crew might be clowns, I wear the crown, ring-leader
pick peppers, I'm the piper style, Peter
MPH looks too slow, switch that bitch, gas range kilometer
okay ain't enough, I want my house to be neater
dream car is humble, catch me whippin' a Beamer
see you at the Walmart like hey you the greeter
playin monkey games, why you act like a Lemur?

bitch you screwed the pooch like you the doggie breeder
careful you don't fall you remind me of the Bieber
cock is too small, on the look-out for the tweezers
under the rug, like the janitors sweeper
too cool for phones, but you buzz with a beeper
you're so fuckin hip, man, I bet you love Weezer
tat on my forearm, not scared of Grim Reapers
bad on my own bitch, you fuck off with features

coffee to the creamer
damn to the beaver
don't like your style, bitch ditch your demeanor
I know your girls mouth, I could be her lip reader
you suckin dick boy, you not a cheefer
your weed is cheaper, than all that I've seen
you sip on that ether, pretending it's lean
I'm living in leisure, you angry and mean
like life is a bastard, but it can be keen

I found two bad bitches
but I wanted neither,
would rather push buttons on my cell,
show your girl that I'm sweeter

look in her window, like I am a peeper,
you a bad boyfriend so shit I'ma treat her
nick-name, virginity keeper,
got her eggs, EASTER.