| Picture that, invisible visual, so Kodak
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| Y’all need to come out the closet like old throwbacks
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| You’re so whack (whack) and I am so exact
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| My dough thick, I’m so sick like it’s no ex-lax
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| If I wanted to it’s true that I could probably peel panels (true)
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| But snitches got the Federales tryin to feel flannels (woo!)
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| Yeah Radio One but I’m a start a ill channel
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| Channel set, diamonds make a fan call me «Clear Channel"(haha)
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| You get that love and they can’t crack your nuts
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| I’m GTing in the streets, they like «that's what’s up!"(what's up?)
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| Peep sideways towards the God, it’s really blasphemy (yeah)
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| They on my website daily to stay attached to me (yeah)
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| They tellin lies, they livin somewhere in back of me
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| Actin like a groupie, super fruity, no daiquiri (no daiquiri)
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| Haha, you know a boss could spend
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| For every dollar that I spent, I swear I lost a friend
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| Caucasian Maserati and a awesome Benz
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| One white the other white, they the dopest twins (oh geez!)
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| Just follow me, no Twitter, I’m so realer (realer)
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| Bang, bang the rap game, I’m so Killer (Killer)
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| Mike/mic in my hand, I’m feelin like Godzilla
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| I’d still feel cooler than y’all with no scrilla (scrilla)
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| No gilla, gettin lost I’m never that, get a map
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| The jungle is crazy, so get a strap
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| It’s a fact, the Benjamins' everywhere that I’m at
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| If he every disappear, I promise I’ll get 'em back |