| Seduce dykes in the moonlight, I move like
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| Them cats that wear two strikes, at night I blew dice
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| Cee-lo, you know he 'Lo like a hero
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| Turn zeros into C-notes fucking with Nino
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| A tree blow in the beam-o, I lean low
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| The grill is looking like it’s cheesing, so appeasing
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| Catch me leaning, leather seats is heated
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| Jump out the zenith, that’s a naked skeezer
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| She with whatever, predict the weather
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| Distressed leather under vintage sweater
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| Resemble cheddar, the centerpiece is clever
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| The endeavors of a young cadaver
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| I roll the reefer, read the prison letter
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| Free my mans and them
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| With more beaches with the Jordans with the sand in them
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| I’m on the premises with pouches with the grams in them
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| 'Lo socks, boxers with the dick-hole
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| The tea was fresh up out the kettle, so I sip slow, whoa
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| Polo Sporting Goods
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| Black lip pastor, don’t know if my raps or a gat spit faster
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| The horror in my oral vernacular’ll collapse ya
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| Fellatio in the Uber if the driver’s cooler
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| We got it in, she’s no Karrine, but the head was super
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| Intended for it to be intricate for me to lose her
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| But she in love with a loser
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| My bitch friend snooping through my Instagram
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| When I’d much rather crack a Backwood and twist a gram
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| Me and 'Lo God we both gods below God
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| Pick up line for divas that I’m Jesus with a bigger penis
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| Shout out to Lord Legend, shout out Apostle Agent
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| The games Nebuchadnezzar and I’m just Daniel dreaming
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| Or maybe David in a lion’s den, with a plate of steak
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| Don’t make the same mistake, I’m blowing dumb trees
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| State to state and out the country
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| Accidentally ashing on my Polo, getting dome from yo' ho
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| Soulo
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| Polo Sporting Goods |