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Hopsin

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    Yeah, came through steppin' with the queso drippin'
    Since back then, shit I ain't no different
    No sunshine, I'm finna paint no bitchin'
    Nigga, I'm back here to stay so listen
    Raise your fist if you're down with the Hop
    I ain't gon' miss, bitch I'm wild with the shot
    Now a halo sits as a crown on your top
    Don't make no sense how I'm stylin', I'm hot

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    Don't ask me when the fuck I'm droppin' that new
    Never know when I'ma hop in that booth
    Still I'm coppin' that loot
    But lyrically aimin' choppers at you
    Ain't no tellin' who 'bout to get it when I cock it back, boom
    That's blood on the wall like a Halloween scene
    Who the fuck did it? They know it was probably me
    Yeah, Papa need three new thotties, street freaks
    Gotta put on a rubber before I hop in these cheeks
    These hoes tryna get a free ride
    Gotta be wise from the west coast to the east side
    If she slide then she might be plottin'
    On your fuckin' demise for having your B-A-B-Y
    You'll watch your bank account swerve
    Now your pockets drained and malnourished
    You send texts with rage and foul words
    Shit just ain't too safe around her
    That's why I stay real low key
    Melatonin and the strap make you go to sleep
    It'll leave niggas tap dancin' with both feet
    I am not takin' my chance out in no streets
    I ain't never had me a pair of no gold teeth
    I ain't tryna be a target for a slow creep
    In the parking lot of Target screamin', no, please
    Now you in a real tough pickle, Rick, oh jeez
    Ahhh, nigga these killers gon' do what they supposed to do
    Now you got NoJumper finally postin' you
    Doctors ain't able to stitch up your open wounds
    Everybody fakin' like they was close with you
    Dyin' for nothin', got you on the billboard
    Well, I guess that was something to live for
    When the Devil pull up with his pitchfork
    You better hope you ain't stuck in this shitstorm
    I'm live and a damn the city sinner
    Hoes know me as H man the titty licker
    I'm ill, your lame ass a pity nigga
    Really no need to debate that, you kitty litter
    A penny pick up, a Henny sipper
    I'll be brutally beatin' on my opponent until he give up
    Bitch I'ma fuckin' gator
    You melee your mini picture
    Niggas, know that UC Prodigy's golden
    It really is us

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