Threw the bitch over the fence
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I don't know her anymore
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Didn't look at the traffic light
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I flew along the crazy highway
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Raised the crowd on sleeping pills
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Now they are speed themselves
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Took success in one fell swoop - Maradona
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Hands - like a divine story
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Come on, hit the phenomenon
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Come on, hit the phenomenon
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I give birth to a verse, and it pierces famously
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You know, scalpel, anatomy
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Great, I remember
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Forbidden, I filled
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Seasick, I'm pouring on the floor
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I answer: "I don't know you"
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I wanted thick ass bitch, on the parquet floor
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Dripped in a glass, bitch, I'm the original
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We hung out in the basement
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We are satisfied with ourselves
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In a glass of lil bitch, I'm original (Ayy)
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While drinking drink, she did make up,
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And we will pile on dehe
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Scorching from afar to Drake
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There are circles in my glass
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She wants love so much
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Polo Powder Y-3
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Money on a Louis bag
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It was a fucking lin
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Smoke lands from the foot
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Everything that I threw away, alas
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You couldn't come
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Morning comes through the window
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Sits on my face
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I woke up everything in you
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What took a dream
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I earn cash
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All you do is eat
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Fuck are you just sad?
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This is the frontier
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I gave the baby a ganja
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She scattered without feelings
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I forgot the route to the house,
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But I bloom like an exploded bush
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These are all rumors that we were buzzing in those parts
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Dance out of boredom, bitch
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Shake with happiness, ya
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I'm growing, I'm not getting old
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And when I write when I'm young
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I cook and whisper how it really is
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We are sure of ourselves
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I don't let doubts in my head, no matter what I do
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So much time here, I have a child and a genius
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I am a fabric of pieces and phenomena
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You are all sweet, as if smeared with jam
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You are just a dumpling
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, run up the grip
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Fuck a lil' baby and gun on her lip
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Yeah, don't know my clique
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That Moloko baby don't come from the tits
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Yeah, ooh, rumbling zoo
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The shit that I got I own that to my crew
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Gon' trip if a fuck boy gon' step in my shoes
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Still steady be reppin' my troops
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Mix molly with the yak in the trap
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My lolli don't lack from the back
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Crack is what you're hearing on tracks
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Sack fat as a Sapp (Warren)
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Young gunna is soaring as Jordan
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On mornings I snort and I'm eagerly pouring
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Young Wavy like Freddy, he literally rollin'
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Laitovyi gon' dip in a foreign
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The newer the better the redder the suka the wetter her kuda
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The sooner I aim the Beretta and shoot 'em the better my mood is
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Duh, twenty-four-seven mind on my cheddar I'm fed up with all of you losers
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They tryna grind on my level but never gon' ever reach where be my tool, bitch
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New Monday on the schemes
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Faith in moderation, more business, ya
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Years flashed through the shifts, yesterday not a word about rap
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Today baby is with Oxy, tomorrow she is drawn to Wavey
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Everything is so simple that without explanation slippery through the door
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I do not share time - let everything be ephemeral
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Can't believe them, ya
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While you were waiting for the moment where to raise the coins, the day came
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Angry uncle for a loan, like a bandit (I don't get dirty)
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Fate ahead, ahead of itself
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Let's go out, but not through the door, ya (ya-ya)
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Baby, fight, you have to endure, ya (yeah)
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What are these behaviors? |
(ya)
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Mom, I'm making money (ya)
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Moloko Badman Gang (ya-a)
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It's not about gold on the neck
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View from the window of a genius
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To the dirt or away
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Brake, take the gas
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Will bring before the performance |