| The plot thickens, yeah…
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| The plot thickens, the plot thickens, the plot thickens
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| When we come through
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| The plot thickens, yeah…
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| The plot thickens, the plot thickens, the plot thickens
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| Nothing goes wrong
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| Far as stuffin it in the muffin, unless it mustn’t, grows long
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| Do you wanna know what goes on?
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| I tell a lost broad «take your coat off, keep your clothes on»
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| Enough with all the «holas» people, hold on
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| Regardless what I’m pulling off, I don’t prolong
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| Don’t know what it’s like to mow my lawn
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| Or take a load off, oh my lord, and oh my god
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| I go hard, feelin' on a butt with no drawers
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| Wild card, layin' in the cut with no gauze
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| Of course no ass is gettin' kissed in no courts
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| Shut down cops who try to frisk the kid with no cause
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| I ain’t a player, even though the floosies all floored
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| My life is like a movie in a player with no pause
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| And even during times I been skinny, so poor
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| My skin had no pores
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| I never get comfy, that’s the way to get pull
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| I never get hungry and I never get full
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| I sip on jet fuel
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| Amongst chicks wearin' blonde wigs instead of dreads
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| Straight lookin' dreadful
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| I don’t do dental or medical
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| I am strong-minded so I’m kind and gentle
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| Community at large, toast coons and reptiles
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| My unity consists of both jews and gentiles
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| I came up three blocks from McDowell’s
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| No wonder crack come in crack vials, sellin' crack’s vile
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| The kids that used to back down are paid to jack styles
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| Still afraid to crack smiles
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| I’m in the field, tryna give you something you can feel
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| You know, somethin' tactile
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| I’m makin' tracks 'til I’m tracked down
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| I make tracks — movin' and groovin' so cats assumin' it’s sound
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| But I mean makin' tracks like I’m movin' around
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| I snatched a ribbon out the sky
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| When she about to cum it look like she about to cry
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| Too bad y’all look surprised
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| I need to spend a wheelbarrel on apparel
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| Like I need a barrel right between the eyes
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| I caught a couple comments rockin' fraudulent and Karl Kani’s
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| I’m calm and always promise but I never compromise
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| It’s those that wanna knock my way of life
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| Like «how he found a lane not rockin' labels? |
| Plus he never wait in line»
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| My current status is a New York state of mind
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| Maidens wanna date, I’m tryin', just can’t hold a date and time
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| Cats be wanting a piece of the pie but ain’t down to pay the price
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| What blow my mind is how they be surprised when they only ride the pine
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| Regardless, we all gon see God eatin' rice
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| Till then let’s throw whatever in the rider
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| Try to at least enjoy the ride
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| Verdicts are gonna be no where near being right
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| Let’s at least enjoy the riot |