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 Doechii 101, I'm the dean of the school 
See they taking notes, get ya pens and ya rulers 
Sitting in the back with the nerds and the shooters 
Betcha that bazooka, make em do the zumba. 
Working like a winner but I'm humble like a loser 
Wonder who's the beggars and the motherfucking choosers 
New bitch on my debit card she a deadbeat she a chula 
She don't speak no english, talk to me in numbers. 
Gotta say a prayer before I hop inside that ooh-yah... 
What's a danny ocean, dammit I'm a scuba 
Can't get you a flight but, I can call ya uber 
Drop her off at nighttime, on the coast of cuba. 
I can't be mad about no bitches that I'm badder then 
I can't be sad about no demons I been battling 
I'm a brand, I get booked 
I got fans I got looks. 
Can't be skipping over that or I ain't settling 
You want my spot you gotta walk inside my lettermans 
Talk shit might get laid on my platter then 
I'll snatch you out the sack you were smothered in. 
Who your favorite rapper was, let's get to spattering 
Turn em into smithereens, taking all your dividends 
Make your life a living hell, treat you like your zimmerman 
Goodness when I warned you, you just don't remember it. 
Put 'em in the hot seat, I can see them sizzling 
Whoo, I gotta laugh, your favorite local rapper drew the dirt out my bath 
I'm dropping something light just so niggas feel my wrath 
And usually I play nice, but niggas in my path 
Niggas in my path. 
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