| I don’t ever wanna do what you do
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| Got a bunch of gluten in your doodoo
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| I be in the shed makin' heat, heat
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| You be YouTube 480P (Can't see)
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| All your bullshit, I’m beyond that
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| On the back porch adirondack (Maybach)
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| Bet you didn’t know that my mom rap?
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| Hit me with a text «You the bomb, Ash»
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| I’m like
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Making sure I can still smell them
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Makin' sure I can still smell them
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| Gimme that
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| I’m framing photos from Mexico City, my livin' room
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| Be lookin' pretty from the interior decoratin'
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| My lady be slayin', I ain’t playin'
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| I’m playin' like only Mozart on vinyl when I wake up
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| No pay cuts, only gettin' raises and bonuses
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| Caladiums, roses and, only that potent shit
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| I’m growin' and goin' in
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| My flow is some stoicness
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| A poet that coexists with the coleus, no coinci-ince
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| Coincidences
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| Good riddance will finish
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| Make sure I finish my sentences
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| Dementia is no friend of the penmanship
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| I thank all my friends, ain’t never forgettin' my friendliness
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| No reason to censor it
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| I love the smell in September, it’s kinda like…
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Makin' sure I can still smell them
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Makin' sure I can still smell them
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| Gimme that
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Makin' sure I can still smell them
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| My girl bring me flowers on the weekend
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| Makin' sure I can still smell them
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| Gimme that |