| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| Peep the scene, remember Cappadon' from Ice Cream
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| I got my nice clean, my ice beam, my nice jeans
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| Pillage For Life Team, we fight schemes, we bite Beans
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| We mic fiends, we the light means
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| We be ignitin' the scenes, we be enlightin' the teens
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| Spicin' up my mental cuisines, my blunt steams
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| My stunts screams, I hunt the princess and I hunt Queens
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| Get a Dutch and I dump my greens
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| No seeds in my weed, it’s like tangarines
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| But I’m spaced out, muthafuckas, and I’m dope fiends
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| Yo, I’m back on the set, like me and the kid LuLu
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| Fuckin' with the ill hoes that eat doo-doo
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| Dressed up Manhattan style, walkin' the poodle
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| They put period blood inside noodle
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| On a curious tip, they drop voodoo
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| That’s why when we see a bitch, man, we like «Yo, bitch, who you?»
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| You know my style, my whole crew keep a nice shoe
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| Original Don', slut, do you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| Yo, I’m a hot piece, my top piece, they top crease
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| I knock beef, I drop teeth, I lock heat
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| I boxbeats, I rock cleats, I stop sheets
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| I pop a ecst', and I pop treats, my clock beeps
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| With the pussy, my cock meets, my block creeps
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| Shockin' ya peeps, my police gut is wop ya niece
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| We big niggas and we like broccoli’s
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| Never let the Ox' leak, we top cheeks
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you
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| I don’t even know you |