| Fre-double-d-I-e, I am flying like a bee
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| Bout' to hang you from a tree
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| It’s 1984, killin' bitches for the low
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| Oh shit I just took some dope
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| Gonna smoke it like a ghost
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| Oh baby, oh no just listen to my flow go
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| Everybody want mo'
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| Sniffin' on some snow though
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| Cold like the Tundra
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| I’m tryna' keep up unda'
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| Murkin' all these cunts
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| Smokin' on a blunt
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| Listenin' to my junt
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| Ain’t this so damn fun
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| Sucked better run
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| Unless he want to be gunned
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| In-the-sun, with a motha' fuckin' gun
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| Bullets you fuckin' done
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| See me you will feel the stun
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| Nothin' but the
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| This yo final breath ain’t no final test bitch
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| Nothin' but the
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| This yo final breath ain’t no final test bitch
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| Nothin' but the
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| No bitch, no bitch what the fuck you know bitch?
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| This yo final breath ain’t no final test bitch |