| Na ion miss the dude
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| I always had to lift the mood
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| I got baggage too but look what I produce
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| Promoting vegetables miss me with the bull
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| Lemme wind down on the neural
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| Logically roll a noodle
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| Ludi board loud consumer
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| Lock em out my heart forever
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| Pocket alla my mazuma
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| Mama still ain’t raising fools
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| Kicking this hubris bussin'
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| My new superhero move
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| Roti fold all your fancy tools
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| Tryna copy you watching me with your espionage
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| Nostradamus not a novice how I prophesy
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| Don’t gimme side eye as I shape shift
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| Some bitch off rip interior raw softness
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| Can’t offer this long legged awesomeness
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| To y’all ordinary tunafish offices
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| I’m off it sis
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| We all awkward off the social experiment
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| We not talking over jealousy its evident
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| We the target and the key and they understand
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| Keeping you mad at me is such an easy plan
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| They always say if I was you I would do it like this
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| And I would zip them lips who asked you muzzle it
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| Next time I need a expert I know who not to hit
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| Internally I’m guiding aligning my force within
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| The source within external eyes lie often
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| Divine remind you in these moments
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| You be offspring
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| Divide the lines between your truth
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| And thoughts they off spring
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| At all costs don’t b nervous let them birds sing
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| Let your balls hang and your breast swing
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| You see where I been
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| Been had wings phoenix tings
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| Call me for the remixing
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| Been asking you to shut up
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| Watch me do my thing
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| All eyes on me
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| Movie screen |