| «how can I forget you"4x
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| Rick the ruler, raekwon, hehe the chef, check one two
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| Touch more, taste a glass of oil
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| Flash yours rae
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| Money we saw, left em dead on the door, dick
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| Rots look chunky on the index
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| Straight up, lee vets and like old adidas sweats
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| We the the illest vets
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| Apologies, even a non-dog holler «hes honor»
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| Please, appreciate shit I clog wallabees
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| Brothas wit they fists like oaks wood
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| Provokes doom, and youre also about to go broke soon
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| Mad current merchants, we nursed it Bad guerillas, feed us like guaranteed they gon kill us Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, g-ing white dudes
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| Hit the locks first, we made a right troop
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| Im lushin russian women, via satelite Im watchin
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| I dare a nigga say he wanna battle me, Ill crush ya Even blind girls rush next to hammera and scream out
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| «oh my gosh, get the camera»
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| Chorus
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| Yo we frozen, lay on the bount now, we a day on Ill niggas yellin «throw rick and rae on»
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| Hydro, how did I blow, how did I flow
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| Did I glow, let them niggas know
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| (yo)
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| Rap wars commence and they kids cause offense
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| I dont have to say a word and your bitch-drawers are drenched
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| Didnt say I was gonna murder the fella
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| But the ruler got some shit the could stop a herd of gorillas
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| Stressed wit hollywood hoes, actin up Backin up, what? |
| this yours, what?
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| Crawlin in the cut, we lee major
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| Gems on wit timbs, brims on drawn to lay you up Layin in the day wit what?
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| Next pull up ceo wit bank books full up Even though hes overwhelmed, this nigga rolls royce pull up One of the baddest come, noddin to a spanish song
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| Slung, orange woolridge park and a savannah pump
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| Severe teaspoons, scary money on the moon
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| Lampin wit a big goon, keep shit tight like a kids room
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| Big bird in the driveway, bullet out friday
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| Im liver that way, I ride only the fly way
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| Olive-green thinkin, ship sinkin
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| Deep-dish thinkin, big fish tank, wrist full of franklins
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| This mock-neck, shark-skin money
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| Eighty-eight, summer reader dun? |
| dummeries?
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| Rock dungarees
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| Punctures his lung, son says «i dont want this»
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| Even this so-so beat I make monstrous
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| Lady cops stake to watch pair hoods
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| «freeze, youre under arrest, you look mad good»
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| Hot and dont fret retard who wont let the new sherifs in town
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| What part you dont get?
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| Rick and rae, and now we storin the passion
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| The fashion, the dress, I went to work on your ass |