| Harpies geekin on narcotics, coughin coughin
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| Backless dress so I can nut on her spine
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| Super squirrely, she got nut on her mind
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| Want to fuck me just a couple of times
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| Pitter patter, why you driving round' here?
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| You know the way it go
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| Fuck you mean, «take it slow»?
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| You know I can’t waste a minute
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| Seconds adding to the sentence
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| I just fuck her until she’s numb
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| Why the lil bitch in her feelings?
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| OG Mac been in her kidneys
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| She spin on my dick like a frisbee
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| Heard you fucked her for the digits
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| I’m just food for her soul
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| She come to Mac, get replenished (Mhmm)
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| Pretty picture painter with my pride
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| Pretty pussy got a winning smile
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| And I did it right, working, damn I’m loud
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| Niggas quiet cause we making noise
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| Golden boy, Oscar or a Floyd
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| Holy shit, we in the field
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| I’m in this lootin like I’m Sly Cooper
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| Ratchet with me, make a clank
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| What the fuck you think?
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| Telepathic how I read em
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| If they don’t join us, we gone beat em
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| Couple thoughts locked away
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| Young nigga freedom, Young black Jesus
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| Making profit preaching wisdom to sinners
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| Begin to ending, both like Christmas
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| Young and gifted, money’s major
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| Make em love me with my anger
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| Every song another banger
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| Why the fuck they never tame him?
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| Murder murder murder, barely blame him (Mhmm, yeah yeah)
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| I got angels with devilish features
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| Harpies geeking on narcotics, often chasing profit
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| I got anger problems, I be squeaking
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| But everyday is like the weekend
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| Mhmm, yeah yeah |