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We Do It for Fun, Part 3:.5 Lyrics

At first I was okay, and then I was just straight
Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my face
Upped my vocab and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these n***** can't pass me
Creme de la creme, who him? n**** him
J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but
No santa clause, we grinchin round here
Even white hoods love me, no legend round here
Messages on myspace like W could
It's cause I always go off like ADT in the hood
Yo flow shake but my flow is straight seizure
I run a lot of s*** like nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker smokin like reefer
But n***** sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em
Leave a n**** stankin like overexertion
To all my haters... f*** 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome
Plus they try to steal from my book of rhymes
Now see, that's straight p**** like the March Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know Marsha fine
f*** the game missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed sale
Trust no n**** like a heart broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats
Like my m**** f***** g mail
b**** BYOTCH, money is nuthin
Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody else is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of water
Dope boy magic, kitchen harry potter
I help move weight, t**le of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just like dry humping raw
n**** I'm surprised I havnt caught something
Girls suck nonhesitation no delay
Famous d***, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on ebay
Want the highest bider so I can get with her
First well drink, and then I'll split her
Then we do the do, hell yea I did her
Now I'm done with her I'm a let JR hit her
Then be a friend, introduce her to my boys...
She's gonna need an altoid
Hit the club 17, plus my ID void
Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
J Cole tell 'em I ain't never been a busta
If real was a disease, I'd be a dead m**** f****
I make so much money so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my c***, d*** near at my leg
So b****** gotta bobsled just to give me head
El Presedinto, dance for me why don't you
Call the b**** my new car I left a lof of bills on her
Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete
I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want want
And I f*** it so much that I'm nonchalant
Currency problem, money, mula
Dollars make all hoes holla like booyah
Shillings, doubloons, pounds, pesos
No teardrops cause it's killers on my payroll
I can smell p**** like I used to work at Catos
Weave kill in packs, real boy wear a halo
See we know that she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you t**o's, you rappers just freeloads
Part two let the clip go and three is a reload
I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's
So it's gone go my way like I was Carlito
So fck what the plan say, I do me no veto
I'm gone show my black a** like I was in speedos
But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so
I can school this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and bows all over the rest
Last line no punchline, I AM THE BEST
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