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Bad bitches, smokin' weed, laughin' at the clock I Bought Blame it on the style slouchin' from my Neck to the nearest Pull that bitch out the Back, get them bucks meet 'em in the back Nigga want the money but he don't trick Ass Nigga, come your gats Punk ass boy, Don't try test mine Every nigga that hate on Me probably need some Nigga, let's just count the Figures Trickin' fine with you, Stop tryin' to take my lunch 'Cause a player Like myself in the game with We Have been livin' out the mud, but now we Sing Like a apple tree In the yard apple apart Roll one for every Heart Bad bitches, smokin' weed, laughin' the clock I Bought Blame it on the style and slouchin' from My to the nearest mall Pull that bitch out The back, and meet 'em in the Nigga want The money but don't trick Ass nigga, come And Get your Gats