| Wrote this with my eyes closed, on rose and mascato
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| Intuition inner visions flow from out the cosmos
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| Niggas ask me how I made it I be damned if I know
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| I just went with my soul, and the rest it followed
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| She’s a good girl fuck that bitch I’d rather deal with thot hoes
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| Say no to Cashapp I ain’t drinkin' bitch you must be psycho
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| But I’m prone to lie though, just don’t tell all my bros
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| I smoke gelato in the fronto, so high got the sky close
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| Damn it’s raining grab my cane and pass my Prada poncho
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| The boots was leather with the tassels those the Randy Machos
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| Goggles Ferragamo, condos big as costco
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| I popped a rhino then she swallowed like it’s Mr. Socko
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the illest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the realist? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Modern Life like Rocko
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| But I still pray to (shongo?)
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the illest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the realist? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| I devoured my goals
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| And that’s word to Gauchos
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| Rebel I’m a wreckless vato ghetto desparado
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| Aim the draco eatin tacos take your breath like tight clothes
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| Adjacent to Van Gogh, I’m chasin my shadow
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| The pain is a shackle, embrace it for battle
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| Indigent for seven weeks I feel like (??)
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| I mean Cujo with a new hoe sober watchin Kuso
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| With my old hoe I forgot I fuck my hoes in duos
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| Fuck both throats and two holes, loop holes Albert Pujols
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| That (pizza?) Groupon for designer Gucci coat was two-tone
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| School ol Parasucos, shoot like Tony Kukoc
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| Bitch I’m a Samson, no Delila put that on my tombstone
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the illest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the realist? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
|
| Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Modern Life like Rocko
|
| But I still pray to (shongo?)
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the illest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
|
| Mirror Mirror who’s the realist? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| Mirror Mirror who’s the rarest? |
| Please don’t tell me I know
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| I devoured my goals
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| And that’s word to Gauchos |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pink Champagne , by - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Song from the album Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп