| It’s like '99, I’m at Club Exit
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| Bernie smack them in the mouth if they talking reckless
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| Lamping with Koreans in the corner selling X’s
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| If your dress shirt get bloody keep another in the Lexus
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| Or the Legend, that’s an Ac
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| I’m a legend, that’s a fact
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| Till I’m finished with the stacks
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| If it’s spinach, it’s a wrap
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| I be laughing to the bank
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| That’s how me, my money stank
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| Ain’t no limit like a tank
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| I be singing like I’m Tank
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| Let it go
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| We never stoppa when the lights say red
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| We smoke the purple so we eyes stay red
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| We run the streets like most of us
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| This is the life for most of us
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| Fuck your bumbaclot and you just might play dead
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| My options vesting
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| Got stocks to invest in
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| Divest in, the question is am I digesting?
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| Awkward when I’m out but I’m awesome with my mouth
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| Even when the tour is out they support me in the South
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| I’m importing amounts
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| Portions of an ounce
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| It’s important, I’m devout to putting portions in my house
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| Imported accounts
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| I’m watching the DOW
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| Up in court with your spouse
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| I’m courting her now
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| Himanshu so handsome
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| I’m holding them for ransom
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| For a Phantom or a mansion
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| What’s a Chuck to a Manson?
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| What’s a Ted to a Bundy?
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| Everybody keep it funky
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| If she got a dunkie scoop it up like Chunky Monkey
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| I don’t need no fucking shooters
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| I got heart, Barracuda
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| I get love like Neruda
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| Love her, love her like Luda
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| You stank like Pumbaa
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| I do me, I’m Grand Poobah
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| Ducking the Grand Wizard eating duck and fucking gouda
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| I suppose I’m half 2 Chainz, half Saddam Hussein
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| Knowledge like Tulane I’m dropping on you lames
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| These days, who’s sane?
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| All of y’all too vain
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| Oh, man, you changed
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| You something like a dook stain |