| It’s that fucking $carecrow posted on your fucking corner
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| Kickin' it with them robbers, fucking colder than a tundra
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| It’s a must, I’m stealing buck
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| .45 in the back of the truck
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| On my side with the 9 on tuck
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| On that lonely mystic phonk
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| Welcome to my torture chamber, this your judgment night
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| Suckas always know that $licky robs on sight (it's that)
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| Cigarettes in my ashtray with the blunt lit
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| Couple junkies looking outside on that dope shit
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| Like I’m loaded right now
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| Ash my joint on this Versace
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| Could I take your girl, prolly'
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| When I whip it like hibachi
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| How I kick it like karate
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| Don’t like nobody beside me
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| I’m the only one who got me
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| Let the money be the goddess
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| $crim just handed me Neurotin
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| On these kush plane I’m the pilot
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| Off the gaudy I feel godly
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| I’m like why not come and try me
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| You gon' make me catch a- hold up
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| Grippin' on the shotty
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| While I’m sippin' out the styry
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| I be leanin' tilting sideways
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| Pardon me, it’s just my mind frame |