| We ran up out of the store, dip nicely, drip icy, it’s like
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| Yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Verse 1 (Pink Siifu)
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| We ran up out of the store, dip nicely, drip icy, it’s like oh gold the pussy
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| slimy
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| I’m on all fours son and the Sanford, the type to throw bad gold washing the
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| shit, my pops laughing
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| I remember riding he was getting packs in
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| Filmed pics no example my nigga flipped the whole sample
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| We was creating the globe, a little land for my family, can’t no white man own
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| Ten toes true from the way like a new home momma'
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| I was swinging in that Honda tears hitting the floor
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| Before they hit my face, feeling they can’t trace
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| Whipping the state, list long what they stole
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| That’s why I’m fly as a bitch, need steel for my waist
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| Teeth so gold pigs need to chase
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| Got six for the road, move quick type shit you don’t know
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| No need you don’t need to see me come and go stanky wise low
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| Come again stanky come again eyes low we the shit tell a friend
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| We the shit tell a friend ay, ay we the shit tell a friend
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| Free the man ay, ay
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| We the shit tell a, we the shit tell a friend
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| Free the man
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| Verse 2 (Mavi)
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| Swim bloodstreams if you must, above me bitten dust from the comfiest dinner
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| table I writ a fable with crumbs
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| And bread that taste of the freezer I gave my praise to the sun
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| Sound turned to silence from striking out how something changing from nothing
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| Black boys a stage for the baby the cradle got crushed, entrusted with
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| congealed blood skin
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| And shills recover lumped and appear at dusk concussed, sticky and hearing pusk
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| because if it hiss or a blood a run to erogenous zones for comfort
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| condemns my posture in prose
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| Polished, high pride cuz' we stole from where our seeds couldn’t grow from
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| My prosody broken and my costume ain’t sewed up
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| Pound through rough as Vale Tudo I’m brutal as Shogun
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| Throw it from the finna' bust like Juno
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| I love the booze and up this Rudo and unmask, go do your googles front back
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| Acoustic blue-nose hub cap in the coupe a lunar
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| I keep tabs on hand, on moon Deo Tabu Ley script like Judah you knew it though
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| Tell a friend, til' the sixteenth president regretful they let us in
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| Tell a friend tell a friend |