| Suicide, it’s a suicide
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| When they see the body glide into a body ride
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| (Four) sweet coffee like the coffee grinder
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| (But of course she would) to the helicopter
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| (Would a wood chucks star) I give reverse air babies
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| (Better make they shoulders freeze) let’s belly spin to a backspin
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| And side spin (if I’m dead freeze)
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| Pull up in a Lotus (air flare)
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| Shake out my wrist (air flare)
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| (Air flare 1 point 5)
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| You can’t afford you ain’t got 2 thousand
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| (Hydro make me UFO) The good Buddhas
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| You know you prone to head hot
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| (My gorillas gonna go to a coin drop)
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| (Illa) might see the gremlins spin
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| (All my Buddhas) Plush manuevers
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| (Air babies) having fun
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| (Gorillas spend scrilla) Freeze to a gatling gun
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| Tic toc, tic toc, my body is as hot, an electronic broken clock
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| I’m posing then I’m breaking and I’m posing on the spot
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| Everybody crowded around and they watching while I pop
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| Windmills and back spins, it makes them go gremlin
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| Those sheep skins that we in, they know that they cannot win
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| Set, set it off from the left y’all, set if off from the right y’all
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| Set, set, set, set, set it off, gatling guns go freeze when we let it off
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| Take your medallions and beats when we steping off
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| Cold crush, gold dust, so long, you lost
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| Jack frost on my neck, with the dookie roll
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| British walkers at the dance, symbols on my Gucci coat |