| It’s the wi-fi pimp, modems hangin' from my wrists
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| Passwords on my blunts, got to log in to get it (You've got mail)
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| Digits etched on my grave, can’t decipher my slang
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| Wingdings when I speak, bold fonts when I sing
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| Bitch, I’m comin' through italicized, that’s leanin' back
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| Backseat, chargin' up my MacBook up on my lap
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| Bitch, my signal always strong and my bandwidth smooth
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| Rollin' coffins and coughin' until I roll a new
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| Flash drive blade, plug it in your veins
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| Downloadin' lives, then I right-click save
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| Got a 101 CD-changer, Ikea couch with the Sharper Image razor
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| 101 CD-changer, Ikea couch with the Sharper Image razor
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| Loadin', loadin', bitch, I’m loadin'
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| Loadin', loadin', bitch, I’m loadin' |