| Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
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| Untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
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| Yuugh, I drops every blue moon
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| To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube
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| I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge
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| In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge
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| Legend has it, the wrist is magic
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| The left is Patek, Philippe’s replaced by Matsuhisa
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| Ignore most requests for the feature
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| Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza
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| While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha
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| Can’t you see my Total; |
| Pam, Kima, Keisha
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| I’m aiming for the moguls, why y’all niggas aiming at the locals?
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| And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful
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| Still wishing on a star
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| The last one to find out that Baby own the cars
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| The final trilogy of Jaws
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| The grills like, interior gauze
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| It feels like, still white
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| Matching Missoni looks African on me
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| They tryin' pin the trafficking on me like Mano and Tony
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| My thoughts spilling over
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| The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca
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| Yuugh! |
| It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox
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| Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin' rented
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| Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit
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| It rides a little better in the cockpit
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| Untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
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| Untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
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| Mu told me to switch styles
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| He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial
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| He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce
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| Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce
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| The president of G.O.O.D. |
| Music has been announced
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| A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce
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| I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count
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| Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce
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| My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile' fame
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| Selling Eminem to him and ‘em
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| White to the Blacks I’m a villain in
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| The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem
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| Let’s talk about it gentlemen
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| My barcode is Netflix «Narcos»
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| Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo
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| No hablo, I sell blow
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| Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho
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| Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route
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| I could show you the strange fruit
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| It’s looking like Beirut
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| They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2
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| These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use
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| Of every Spanish name I done ran across
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| No matter what the weight, I done ran it off
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| I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off
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| Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push
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| Untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
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| Untouchable, uncrushable
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| Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |