| I’m a skinhead walking around with a Black leather jacket
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| A black dog losing his hair cause his tail is wagging
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| Got the coat long to the floor
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| Garlic from pizza coming through my pores
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| My girl work in a hearse
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| She shows people on funeral tours
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| Cook tahini at night in a nightgown
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| For handicap nigga that’s stay over the house
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| You wear hospital alertness trousers
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| Wait for him to cash that goddamn check
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| He got disability power
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| He dance with one leg, with crutches in the shower
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| He’s a beast in the projects the kids love him
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| The cops bug him
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| Cats they try to mug him
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| Amputated arms
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| He played drums with no arms
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| Holding sticks with nubs
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| Kids say «Mommy where his fingers got cut off»
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| Slick wid it
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| Amazons and bangers and lizards
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| Bunting your crew, pick twizzlers
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| Long legged thingy broads with Day’o with the Stars
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| It’s persistent
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| Fall out the gang
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| Lose every digit
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| Moschino misfits
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| Sweaters from Bally’s in Switzerland
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| Disappear in Thailand
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| Find me with 30 freaks in a hotel missing
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| I feel more about different bitches
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| Different attitudes
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| Slip silk, flip the angle
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| How I planned it
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| Have the game choked out and strangled
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| Until you not stressing to comprehend my mission
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| Nigga I switch up and replace you with a meatball Italian broad
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| Draped and collecting again
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| Keith it true the flow about the wheelchair
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| I feel for exquisite women, diva perfume and pretty hair
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| And eyes like flares
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| Gucci girl
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| Maybelline eyeshadow
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| Full body wax and
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| Elizabeth Arden mascaro
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| Get my attention, don’t be fooled
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| Your toe ring could incite me and make me drool
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| I’m disgusted to the nature
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| I’m a male chauvinist, the best alpha male
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| Hit me on my gmail |