| Bronsolino… no
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| Straight from the galaxy
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| Drug abusin'
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| La musica de Harry Fraud
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| I got the jar full of drugs
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| Fridge is filled with snapple
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| Southern coast of France
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| Tart fennel with the apple
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| The feet are purple cause I’m stepping on the grapes
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| Consensual the rape
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| I got the presence of the greats
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| We grip grains
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| Switch lanes
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| Been fucking since the fifth grade
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| I never rock the ring or necklace with a bitch name
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| A thick frame
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| Flawless victory my dick game
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| Is Mortal Kombat, you still a shorty shit stain
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| My drug, blood, beauty, origami cranes
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| Perfection like an Asian’s math
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| Neat like an Irish drink
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| You know that Bronson like a swimmer cause I dive in pink
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| You sooner see me out in Africa with tiger mink
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| We make your father curtsy
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| Cut off his manhood
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| Come through in Beamers
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| Interior leather tan wood
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| The shoes are suede
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| Off the reservation — redfoot
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| These stripper bitches in my bed
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| They give me head good
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| This is blood sport
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| Kick boxer, double impact
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| Kick it like a Van Damme foot
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| You get your shit cracked
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| I’m out for justice
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| Above the law and hard to kill
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| G-g-guard your grill
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| Catch me hoppin' out the hard De Ville
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| Hammers are pointing my direction to the top
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| The loafers show off my ankle
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| Getting shifty in the drop
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| Kid, twist up the pot
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| Through my nostrils to the atmosphere
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| No middle man
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| You deal directly with the captain here
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| «You still suckin' it. |
| When your brother was around town suckin' dicks,
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| just the same… you shouldn’t talk so tough.»
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| «My brother was here, you wouldn’t talk so tough like that.»
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| «Yeah, well he’s not here. |
| You know why he’s not here?»
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| «Why?»
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| «Cause he’s a chickenshit fuckin' pussy asshole!» |