| La di da di, who brought the molly?
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| She got a cool face but she got a better body
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| I be riding in Denali’s watching
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| She said her name was Holly
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| Bet she rode it like a Harley
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| Beat it up like Ali
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| I’ma choke her til her Harley
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| Quinn, fucked her chin then I threw her out the party
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| I’m the type of brother rip the heads off all the Barbies
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| I be going ham like a nigga work at Arby’s
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| Uniform so dapper think a nigga work at Barney’s
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| My whole body tatted, I can nearly work the carnies
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| Only get stressed when her period is tardy
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| I told her that’s malarky
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| then I ganked her for her car keys
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| Taking hits of dabs, Gift Uh Gab
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| Signing boobs with Sharpies
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| wearing Foamposite Barkley’s
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| Some smell like sardines,
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| It’s Nacho Picasso, your favorite artist’s artist
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| Mirror mirror, on the wall
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| Respect the feds but fuck them all
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| Stuffed a couple duffles, white ki’s in plastic
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| The police said «come out, you conceited bastard!»
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| I keep it P like Willie D
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| Your love’s locked down but mine’s really free
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| She can’t believe her eyes, it’s really me
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| Most rappers act tough but be really Glee
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| Mr. Lower-case q, are you really G?
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| I fucking fill your B, let me steal your seat
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| While I fill my sweet, feel my mystique
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| Radiohead said hell yeah I’m a creep
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| Fuck her fast asleep and still beat my meat
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| I could be a millionaire, still pinching weed
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| That Versace look so damn good
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| Medusa from the back pull her cobra hood
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| Couple scars on my face but live good
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| Everything falls in line like it’s supposed to should
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| And no Skylar Dickens but I coach her good
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| Put the dope in the back, hit most my juugs, Nacho |