| Cappin' with me she taste like delicacy
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| But I don’t fall in love, I don’t do intimacy
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| sixteen
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| Mean it genuinely
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| Strike, bite, venomously
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| Yall' be cappin', yall be fibbing, pathologically
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| I keep a six, six, six
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| Yeah a hundred, one hundred
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| Three dozen mixed bitches on my line, boy they huntin'
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| Looking for me (hello)
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| All black heart like a panther
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| In the golden club getting tanner (yes)
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| Stupid bitches tried to ban her
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| But I keep moving up the ladder
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| All black heart like a panther
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| In the golden club getting tanner (yes)
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| Stupid bitches tried to ban her
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| But I keep moving up the ladder
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| Half reptilian, half Anunnaki
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| Outta this world, not a clone, no copy
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| Ice cold, real cold, brick, hockey
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| Nip slip, lick the tip, blood in the pit
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| How it taste, shoulda
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| before I fuck your face
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| Fuckface, fuck any race
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| The doom awaits
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| Strike, bite, venomously
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| Strike, bite, venomously
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| Tappin' with me she taste like delicacy
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| But I don’t fall in love, I don’t do intimacy
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| Tappin' with me she taste like delicacy
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| But I don’t fall in love, I don’t do intimacy
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| Strike, bite, venomously
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| Strike, bite, venomously |