| I eat the pussy rare
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| Pullin' bitches in my Stussy gear
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| Coulda' pulled up to your party like I could be there
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| Out my comfort zone i’m comfy there
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| Got your BM’s number while I was in mother care
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| Rapunzel likes it when a nigga pulls her hair
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| I was tryna nut in there
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| She thought it was love
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| I had to tell her there was nothin' there
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| Like what I had to tell the feds when there was drugs in there
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| I’m on a purge
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| Fuck a stop and search
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| Stop and swerve, then put the car into not reverse
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| Got that Gutenburg
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| Sweap your wife off her feet
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| Dressed in all black like it’s Gothamburg
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| I lost the Merc, cause I lost my nerve
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| I’ve got my licence, first time drivin' on the curb
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| Huh?
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| Absurd, is not the word
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| To describe the way my shades defined how I jot this verse
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| Don’t worry i’m as cool as ice cream
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| Dressed like an early 90's action movie heist scene
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| Don’t worry I flip the golf buggy
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| And spilt me goat curry on me white Cult hoodie
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| It’s all good buddy
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| I’m me own bezzie
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| Rap around shades when surfin' on a rezzie
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| Cap backwards
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| Shade in the eyes of me hand
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| Spittin' like an over active salivary gland
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| Fuck a mention
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| Listen to this; |
| it’s drug dependence
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| Return to sender
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| It’s crime til I end it
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| Lick shots in Chelsea
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout a premiership
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| I’m hella lit
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| Tell me where the Premier is
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| So I can piss away my benefits
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| Cop a bottle of' somethin'
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| Cherry Cola and a Vos or somethin'
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| I think we lost you cousin
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| This coke got me buzzin |