| It goes pawpaw
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| Crocodile t-shirt!
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| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
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| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco
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| It goes pawpaw
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| Crocodile t-shirt
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| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
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| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco
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| I'm farted in a bar, 2−20 on the A7, the hash is in the cabess,
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| I think back to everything I've done through
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| We don't take coconut, but I sell it to your friends
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| Without knowing, I take pictures with go givers
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| It's pawpaw, in case of blem-pro, you're betrayed by your friend and you said he
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| love you too much
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| I have brothers in jail, they drink, they booze, from the bottom of their cell,
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| they continue to make you spend tons
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| They give you the mental, dodge all the gusts, never underestimate
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| the opponent, the smallest can put you down
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| It goes pawpaw
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| Crocodile t-shirt
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| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
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| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco
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| It's pawpaw!
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| Crocodile t-shirt
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| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
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| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco
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| I don't know what we're going to become, are we going to unite? |
| are we going
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| lie to each other? |
| Will we repent?
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| Ouohoho, when you go out, you give orders, you're the youngest in the area but
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| outside you control the area
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| So you bang money and money all week and once you're
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| inside, there's more dégun to assume you
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| I don't know how to reason with you, you just started, I'm already finished
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| We wanted to ter-ter and make coils, at six o'clock in the morning, it comes
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| lift you up
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| It goes pawpaw
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| Crocodile t-shirt
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| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
|
| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco
|
| It goes pawpaw
|
| Crocodile t-shirt
|
| We smoke the popo and we fuck the po-police, who take pictures down the block
|
| big, it comes out the Glock oh, we got the mental loco |