| I walk with a limp, cause my dick is massive
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| Bitches know when they see me better switch they masses
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| I love it when they be rockin them Gucci glasses
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| Synapsis, I’m bout to hit it then dash and crash it
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| When I’m in Vegas you haters be rockin them gators
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| Cad daddy get up you with the playas and waitin in line
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| We pull up faded, and no latest, affordin Jordans
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| Lookin important, guess we never fakin in rhyme
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| Fuck them niggas, I’m bout to get my Dragon in shelter
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| Millions of people give money, we tourin Astraulia
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| New Zealand bitches love me, how many times can I tell ya
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| That I’m the scheiße, them other niggas is failures
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| San Quinn, we lovin this, with tracks we tough
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| When demons combat you trippin yo we bust enough
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| Rounds to lay em down, we done deal in Strange
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| And the back of my land, that babe she give us skull in a range
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| Affiliated, they really hate it
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| We participate it, conversate it
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| To the grind, goin hard, cause we obligated
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| Then we brought the game back when we operate it
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| Being real cats mean
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| You should celebrate it
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| Affiliated, they really hate it
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| We participate it, conversate it
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| To the grind, goin hard, cause we obligated
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| Then we brought the game back when we operate it
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| Being real cats mean |