All the bottles are ignited late at night
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Eyes the same bloodshot (Flow, ya, ya)
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With bullets like all guns dollar
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It was all brigstone dude the brakes are so good
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We are not Christoph Colomb crystal crisis
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Freestyle bitches I'm like this old man freezby
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But you're a dog, you love the broken bone
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If I hit my cigar on my bronze bronze collar
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I can't pose with hats, friendship with those cheddars
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Spit on the bad-faced fag's face
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We crash into your car (Prr)
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I can't come to the road if they look for an old man, turn it off
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It hurts you diga because those here are crippled
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The night falls, he throws it at the police station.
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You can't no face because
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smoke filled room
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Girlfriend loves me okay but I don't look at her face
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Bags full of money chases police uncles by force
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Go check the phones this tribal infection
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The nights are getting longer with the attraction
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Still, I don't get depressed
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Find the lies, find the answers (ya)
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Pick the wrongs, hit them in the face
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It's a blur at night
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Don't squat cause it's called Panamera Flow (Ya)
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All the bottles are ignited late at night
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Eyes the same bloodshot (Flow, ya, ya) |
With bullets like all guns dollar
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Two-mask on my face, that event is likely
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I'm not easy I'm living thoroughly hard
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I like a little psychopath, let me be a risk
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I'll pluck a branch from it and drink it well high
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I'm not Montaigne, I don't try, I do cash
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Mention the black market
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You are like a butterfly one day
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cut bitch cut
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Poison from this black mamba
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pass without injury (ov)
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No sound without paring
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Put it to me and you
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I can't, I fill in empty words, bed sheet (ya)
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My friends can't take it, they tell about the weaknesses
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I'll do it, look, don't open my mind, don't pay the debts
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I won't give you a face if you want more lining
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I love, I burn my taste, lots of haze
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This is welcome to me from Gucci and Dolge
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coc and meth in the inner pocket of a denim jacket in spring
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I lie on my mbs poster 10 years
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Find the lies, find the answers (ya)
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Pick the wrongs, hit them in the face
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It's a blur at night
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Don't squat cause it's called Panamera Flow (Ya)
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All the bottles are ignited late at night
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Eyes the same bloodshot (Flow, ya, ya)
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With bullets like all guns dollar |