| This sweater feels good on me
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| Get the. |
| of my curves make me feel so sexy
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| If you ain’t blind nigger you got eyes to see
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| You know that my body look so damn sexy
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| (repeats)
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| You say the magazine no visible flows
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| To trace that familiar feeling when they hit you like …
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| The way I shake the tail plus the heart like a hurricane. |
| 40 sorrows
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| This is the disco for the departed a mouth full of. |
| salable production
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| Is minimal cause what he’s saying is critical
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| Breast. |
| they heat from the bin
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| The color skin not you. |
| tofu
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| , his obsession for the freaking world is absurd
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| Pay dues like I had the membership to. |
| spread
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| .dresses feel like Sunday night. |
| stand still
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| Smile like a new. |
| nothing but fleshing my
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| My era .like to. |
| daddies
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| . |
| a touch too much fairy dust
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| To fuck with the illustrious be straw
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| Time to release chemotherapy trickable when I roll
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| And exploding ice. |
| there is nothing you can say to him
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| But you can say the same as him
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| Morphine is more fun that our friends ultimately. |
| for your birthday
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| Like the second needs a minute and the. |
| becomes an hour
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| Like the rain drop is… take a shower hit the stage we need to rock
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| Get paid. |
| clock is the .so guard your grill and take a chew pill
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| .very ill. |
| the quality of this. |
| electric you know the drill
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| Cause. |
| looking good and killing my
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| You’re new to New York
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| I am a New Yorker kid
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| I used to shop. |
| in. Square
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| You don’t fucking sense my socks from. |
| Smith
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| And his. |
| shirts from Steven Allan. |
| for the shoes in the mirror I am styling
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| Not materialistic but my materialism is sick
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| Buy. |
| fast and kill them smart
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| I’ve been injected stop your heart
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| Or surrender. |
| so the last thing you’ll ever see
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| . |
| is me. |
| on the jewels chain
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| . |
| like is something pepper when it comes to the rhymes |