| She give me big head: Easter Island
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| Eat the cake bitch, lick the icing
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| I’m the Ice King, smoked like nice dreams
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| All my lactose bitches get rice cream
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| I know Asian bitches like Bai Ling
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| And they buy lean, drive with their high beams
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| No stylist, I’m styling
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| Just me, myself, fuck Irene
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| I done seen more water than viking
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| And I’m always pressed for time, no dry clean
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| You ain’t got no game, like a bye week
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| And your girl ain’t tame, she just a shy freak
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| I cracked the chick too easy, she like a dry sweep
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| And since she tried coca, nigga can’t buy sleep
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| Cause she toss and turn, and got dry feet
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| I tried to take her out but she was like «My treat»
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| Triple stackin', only got to put four on it
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| Moor Gang smoke more chronic
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| I be looking like Mickey Rourke in Bullet
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| Give a fuck about a gun, either pull it, or cool it
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| I’m running with the bulls, I’m not running with the bullshit
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| So what you got a full clip?
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| That just mean that you ain’t use shit
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| I’m wavy as a cruise ship
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| Music’s what I do bitch
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| Without it, I might lose it
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| Easy might go ruthless
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| Forgive me, I go boofless
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| I just do this, no excuses
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| Got short fuses and long nooses
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| Cups are useless, they leave deuces
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| I’m the shit, I’m so
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| On my back, they’re masseuses
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| All my mistresses Medusa’s
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| Green not black chick
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| Be a devil in a blue dress
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| In a new dress and she knew it
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| Be a Buddhist and a nudist
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| For that moolah she’a do this
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| She be goblin she be ghoulish
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| Eddie Griffin, she be foolish
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| Bitch is gutter, heart of sewage
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| I’m a cutter, pass the |