| Flippin' blades, I ain’t switchin lanes, no one on in my way
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| 'Cause I’m a ghost, all I do is float, find me on the coast
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| In my drop dead tee
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| Jeans, no crease
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| All fuckin' black so you know me when you see me
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| Where you at? |
| (x16)
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| Where you at?
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| You a bitch, I ain’t seen you in a minute
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| Heard you always talkin' shit but I don’t ever fuckin' hear it
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| Bet I ask your fuckin' bitch
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| And she would tell me all your secrets
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| She gone drop down to her knees
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| She gone praise the fuckin king
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| She see me she slice up sashimi
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| She means nada to the king
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| The king of demons from the depths
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| Bitch you know the fuckin rest
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| Hit my line, best have a check
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| Pull up on me, squeeze the tek
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| Or you get your ass laid back
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| My gaze give you a heart attack
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| My days are coming to an end
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| But I don’t even fuckin' care |