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| Yo
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| The boots leather, Porsche cruising through fog weather
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| Rock the Odd sweater, abscond cheddar
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| We steady moving that Montega, we got it from Hector
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| He front us double he came with
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| And now I’m selling out shows, but still on the same strip
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| I tell him I’m hood, my boo, she sporting the doobie wrap
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| The tool be packed beneath the belt on the Louie slacks
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| Back in '09 was blacking out off the wooly packs
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| Making honor roll in school though
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| Practice Judo, the wax the colour Albert Pujols
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| Sunday night, enjoy a game of Uno
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| With my bitch and three of her closest acolytes
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| You see a women, I see a potential sacrifice
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| These bitches cling to my penis from out the zenith
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| I took a cruise in the Beamer, the route was scenic
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| The rims bulimic, the passenger was European
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| The steak house on the left, but shorty vegan
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| Like, we speeding
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| My life sweeter than a jail pastry
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| I sport the 'Lo that was boosted at a male Macy’s
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| With the smock neck, life is all about progress
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| Acquire currency to purchase objects
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| Jump outta water like the Lochness
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| Pac vest, like a Black Panther
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| Pair of antlers over the door when you went to the mansion
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| My shorty dancing, butler look like Richard Branson
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| Sip elixir from the chalice, ingest the alice
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| Loose my balance, marble flooring in the palace
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| We co-exist with cowards, no friend of ours
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| I held the blunt like it gave a nigga powers
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| For your funeral, your mother picked the flowers
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| Smoked the hash boulders with Lola from Minnesota
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| Hit the chocha, drink the soda, Pepsi cola
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| Out the window of the projects watching children frolic
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| The dork is slim, but the pockets brolic, I got it
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| Or whatever
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