| Peep out the fresh shit
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| Grainy grey Benz out the press kit
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| Devastate through your neighborhood, something treacherous
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| Specialist out for warehouse money
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| Relax and count stacks and don’t worry about my necklace
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| The freshest kids won’t even step to this
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| Cause even weaponless I still control the scene effortless
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| My pen glorious, you other cats bore me
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| Just cordially move out the way who cares what your story is
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| Guess who’s number one up in the highlyest, stunter ship one
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| Your chick wants me to run up in her
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| When the light flashes I start blinging
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| Truck jewelry like disco lights across the ceiling
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| Ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad you’re here
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| Cause this tune now playing you just had to hear
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| And this year marks the coming of, something more flashy
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| So just watch me and look out for Niggarachi
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| Niggarachi
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| You can see it in my clothing
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| Heavy on the chest, yes my neck stays frozen
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| Glitter around the wrist too
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| Every stone lit blue
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| And this is some more of that shit for you to trip to
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| Niggarachi
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| When your chain is all heavy
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| Your house is decorated, double R belly
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| And the women all around are ready to rock steady and clock
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| And when you step in they know you got cheddy
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| All I wanna do is live my life to the fullest
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| Pocket full of doe, clothes, and sipping on Louis
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| Ladies move around all the fellas just watch
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| To the tick tock ya don’t stop
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| For this I was chose to expose what’s unknown to young and old
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| Crews sit back and just roll a stog' to
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| Something for the summer heat, bump and just roll to
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| All my peoples up north still riding on gold shoes
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| You can skirt to the melody but please don’t crash
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| And catch a felony, especially with weed in the dash
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| And that’s word from the Planet so just take the advice
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| Cause make one false move and you’ll be paying the price
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| And that means no more chilling
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| Or
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| Cristal spilling
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| Or
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| Buying out the telly floor, suite to top billing
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| I’m your pappara', Frank Sina', Versace shop, chop a lot of watches
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| Plus Gucci still suits me in a Bentley drop
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| Milky in a silky suit, tempt me I’ll be simply cute
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| Even got the hippy dudes yelling out «Yippie doo!»
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| Make sure you just glace if you chance
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| Ever comes to mean the man with lots of diamonds and karats
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| Don’t just stand there like a peasant have respect when you see the ruler
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| My Beamer cruises right up to the cheeba movers
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| Goodie two shoes to evil doers
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| Overseas I’m like God, people don’t even believe I’m human
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| Ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad you’re here
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| Cause this tune now playing you just had to hear
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| And this year marks the coming of, something more classy
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| So just watch me and look out for Niggarachi |