White Stripes Danny Brown

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Nigga get a life, 10 Deep crewneck
Blunt to the face, nigga, never ask "Who next?"
Homie I ain't Two-Tecs, that's B.I.G, homie, ay
Where the fuck was his gangsta ass out in LA
Ay-bay-bay, this is not a diss
But your bitch looks like Hurricane Chris
And nigga it's fact, that what you rap fiction
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Your bitches do my braids, say dog I be hitting
Never knew my dick be where you be kissing
When I shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in
Or I roll deep like roaches in my kitchen
Dog, I ain't tripping, but they never gone
They don't even run when I cut the lights on
Holmes, what's the biz? Nigga, watch your kids
Your bitch say my dick bigger than John Holmes' is
Limes in Corona, 2-for-18
Might pop Adderall, I don't fuck with no lean
Sitting at a mall, nigga fuck them all
Walk in thrift stores, now watch daddy ball
Vintage ass fleeces, skinny no creases
Me and these is like ETs and Reese's Pieces
Laying on beaches, hoes' toes pedicure
Bitch give me head cause she liked my metaphors
'bout getting head, isn't that ironic, like Alanis Morisette?