I blow pon at the gas station at night
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Hoodie, hood, yes white socks
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Bro, take a little more
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Bitch, cat, smoke these heads
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I blow pon at the gas station at night
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Hoodie, hood, yes white socks
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Bro, take a little more
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Bitch, cat, smoke these heads
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I am from home to the store
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Meeting everyone - we blow gas
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Bru, bru, hey, throws at the cash register
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A lot of cash - everything is fine
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masta i
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My flow is deep, but it will reach you from the depths
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Like cash from the pants of me and all of mine
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I fly at home to my mother in a pawnshop
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I walk around the area where my brother lives
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I will raise my glass for all my people, the bazaar like myself
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(market like myself, market like myself)
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I blow pon at the gas station at night
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Hoodie, hood, yes white socks
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Bro, take a little more
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Bitch, cat, smoke these heads
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I blow pon at the gas station at night
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Hoodie, hood, yes white socks
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Bro, take a little more
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Bitch, cat, smoke these heads
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I will return to the yard, only stuffed with gold
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Canvas bag - enough for me at home
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Pair of white socks, Rick Owens, compote
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In tech I'm taking a shmoke, biting Dirol
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I'll be back with the dough, but the step is simple
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Native entrance, as if by a Garden
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Fuck your law (fuck your law)
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I'll weigh a nickel and hand it over with a scythe
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Guys hover bang on the corner
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In AirPods sad from Guf
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The cartel cooks dope in the kitchen
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Tali threw us a bagel again
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I'm in my grandfather's leather jacket, fetters stuck to it
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There are so many whores on the block, but I will be an obedient grandson
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Lai, Lai, Tali, hey, Lai, Lai, Tali, hey
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Bitch, you don't understand, yes, we're on fire
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Lai, Lai, Tali, hey, Lai, Lai, Tali, hey
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Bitch, you don't understand, yes, we're on fire
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Lai, Lai, Tali, hey, Lai, Lai, Tali, hey
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Bitch, you don't understand, yes, we're on fire
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Lai, Lai, Tali, hey, Lai, Lai, Tali, hey
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Bitch, you don't understand, yes, we're on fire for cd... |