| Walking through the catacombs, bitches try to tag along
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| .Exe up on your man if he act Microsoft
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| Macintosh, having thoughts
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| 101 blunts and a glass of Voss
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| Want to chill, ask your boss
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| Hope that job is paying off
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| Cash, cash, cash, all I fucking see is cash
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| Get cash, cash, cash, dollar signs when I ash
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| Spacebar, racecar, flip it like a face card
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| Like me 'til they see me, now they wanna play the race card
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| White in the night, drinking fire, smoking ice
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| Just a skinny white pimp named Bones, with the knife
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| No chain, no games, never catch me in the Range
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| If I catch you within range feel the reach of my blade
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| Feel it in your veins, feel it in your blood
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| Take you out the frame, put you in the mud
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| I’m the one to blame, 'cause you’re the one that does
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| Put it on me, I don’t mind feeling fucked up |