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[Verse 1: Milkavelli] s** my f**in' dick b**h Leaky-leaks that's my twin brother Like f** a whip, I got the b**h with the big bumper (skrr) She got the fatty like the whip's Hummer She got the fatty, but I still let her friend s** my dick while I tit f** her I'm like a skinny, white Big Poppa Bob London, I've been a pill popper Skum with a "K", that for life Lee Have you ever f**in' pissed on a b**h cause you love her? Yeah, I tick that box (tick tick) You don't have a clue the freaky sh** I did as a younger I keep my hoodie up in the middle of summer I got scripts on deck, I've been trickin' the doctor On a five drug minimum, feelin' like I'm winnin' an Oscar But really I'm just trippin' with Oscar [Hook: Milkavelli] Huh... I'll give a b**h dick but won't give her my number I said I'll give your b**h dick but won't give her my number So you better know 616 is the number, motherf**er (sweg) [Verse 2: Milkavelli] sh**, my neck's feelin' cold ain't it winter or nothin' It's that 456 in the mix I've played ce-lo for big figures with big figures in TOPRA Shouts to Miss Proper, I'm missing you proper This long distance sh**'s got me livin' improper I'm in the mansion with the mob But, we don't listen to opera I went to Arizona just to visit my little brother He on his Pretty Flacko sh** grippin' the chopper My red Helly Hansen put the heli in copter Russian blood put me on a drip and it's vodka Got s**er punched like a b**h by a boxer Then rock me, pull the blade out, watched him sprint like an Olympian runner [Hook: Milkavelli] Huh... I'll give a b**h dick but won't give her my number I said I'll give your b**h dick but won't give her my number So you better know 616 is a number, mother-- [Interlude] [Verse 3: Lee Scott] Hip-hop died of boredom, this is a time of mourning Rappers copy off me like I'm yawning f** a pacifist, b**h, I'm tryna keep the beef alive like an animal rights activist I make it sound easy, cause it is f** the biz, sniffing bath salts cut with whizz And f** you for what it's worth I'm the motherf**in' man, like Papa Smurf This is heartfelt, philosophical, conscious rap I put Schrodinger in a box, and adopt his cat Blah jar on me cap but I don't tip it though Gigolo, and just because it rhymes with b**h and hoe I leave your wife howlin' Let me text pH level sweg 9000, abandon ship My accomplish is on some Bermuda Triangle sh** Lookin' at a wide angle picture of my mind as I trip Through space and time, why you stayin' live? My spirit animal is a high horse When I interrupt ya, that's the intervention of a divine force The team's rare like clean air I'm Cult Mountain skiing in beach wear with bleached hair Ralph on my bed and I'm sweggin' Droppin' knowledge like Miss Teen USA 2007 [Hook: Lee Scott] Huh... I'll give a b**h dick but won't give her the number I said I'll give your b**h dick but won't give her the number She best believe 616 is the number, motherf**er [Verse 4: Trellion] Yo, rain thunder I bring the storm like the Rain Wonder I hate the summer cause the Wayne Wonder Me and Satan go the same number (bring it b**h!) Last night I smoked crack and became younger That was one for the books I'd like to read between the lines but I ain't one for the books Dressed in all white, we're at one with the doves Now everybody wants to be us (616 DVL Gang Cult Sweg Mafia) I'mma keep it 3 hunna, like 300 (bang bang) You dumb we dumber, that's just the way it is I put the "K" in "Swiss" Catch me f**in' Amber Rose on an eighth of whizz sh**, I think I must be dreamin' Keep it stum like Buster Keaton DVL Gang, middle finger to the God Squad (f** 'em!) GoldenEye multiplayer I was Oddjob (me too, me three)