| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| Ayy, bad to the bizz-one
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| Glock 9 hit dome
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| SESH on the welcome mat, the king is hizz-ome
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| Dope on the countertop, don't think I got a lot
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| Sippin' cold pressed
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| Step and press and get your melon popped
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| I don't really give a fuck 'bout it though
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| Better than that, I'm 'bout to croak
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| 'Bout to kick the bucket, bitch, I'm finna buy the farm, ho'
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| Ain't nobody get buck like me
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| Ain't nobody finna fuck with me
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| Ain't nobody testin' BONES, but please come and try, you'll see
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| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| Let me tell you a little story 'bout a pimp named BONES
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| Got a beeper on his hip and he grippin' on the chrome
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| Every bone made of gold, pimp cane when he walk
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| Waterfall when he sip, 9/11 when he spark (SESH)
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| Ho's on my dick 'cause I'm lookin' like the dead man
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| Rappers on the line 'cause they wanna cop a reference
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| Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right (Right)
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| Stays in the dark and I always need a light
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| My skin bright white, like snow in the winter (Hah)
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| BONES big pimpin', now I'm feelin' like Jigga (Yeah)
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| TeamSESH, DeadBoy, outlaw skeleton
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| Barbwire ribcage, blade be the weapon, yeah
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| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more walkin', no more talkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out
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| No more talkin', no more walkin'
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| I'ma pop it out, out (What?) |