| It’s almost there, it’s almost there
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| It’s like, check one, two, two, one, two, two
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| Can we get another one going?
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| I’ll put some money on it, you buying a bag?
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| He lying, check one, two, yeah
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| He ain’t got no money, I’ll put some money on it
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| Yeah, what up, uh huh, uh huh
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| Uh huh, uh huh, compliments the company, of course
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| Courtesy your friends at the Scallops Hotel
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| Bombay marks the, I, love with the
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| Butterscotch butter crinkle, my muse is bilingual
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| Her gaze piercing, baby momma instinct
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| Faking normalcy, hormones extorting me
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| The horror of gorgeousness, Black Orpheus
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| Smash, loot, determined for haze, grassroots
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| The last game of spades, in cahoots with an irascible knave
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| Who points at his own pot belly
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| Slave man boot, don’t fail me, slave man boot, don’t fail me
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| Clouded lemon tree
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| Solomon grew accustomed to the bowing and bended knees
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| The scent was heavenly
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| Wisdoms tarnished to the same color as piss pot
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| Related by deviance, certain queries repeated
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| The berries were sweetened, lingon, languish
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| Who grip be by the pinger, power you
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| Brita water filtered juice with freshened caboose, kaboom
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| And a handful of mixed nuts
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| Leave the show like «milo spoke so well»
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| Threaten to poke a hole through my fontanel
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| Idle and bewildered, burnt, booty like
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| Bald crudely recalls another bygone anthem, psychic tantrum
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| That machine left my memory rotoscoped
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| Ro got ambition in bushels, bundles, barrels
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| Hunting the herald, rest in peace Harold Hunter
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| Blunted SOS, grunting «Yes, yes»
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| A disservice when art nuevo act rich, my bong water brackish
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| We was jigging to Tony Braxton
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| Me and my big love like Bill Paxton
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| Bro got old and rich off niggas like Phil Jackson
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| Pass on the ostentatious displays of wealth
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| Ran her palms along the green felt
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| Y’all was using binoculars wearing LL Bean belts
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| My money circle through black economies
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| From your perspective, Ro was naval-gazing spook astrology
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| Goose anatomy reduced to flattery, it ain’t no batteries
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| Self-sufficient male directly to the kitchen
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| Where I like to help the help with dishes
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| That’s Ruby Yacht on all days
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| And that’s Ruby Yacht, no off days
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| That’s Ruby Yacht on all days
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| And that’s Ruby Yacht, no off days
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| That’s Ruby Yacht on all days
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| And that’s Ruby Yacht, no off days
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| That’s Ruby Yacht on all days
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| And that’s Ruby Yacht, no off days |