| Yeah
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| Let that bitch breathe
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| You see me then you see God, I breeze off in a mean car
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| The diamonds all studded like a retard
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| I been Don, I’m King Kong with a mink on
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| I’m double parked inhaling sess with the blinks on
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| I smoke the purple hues, I suffocate myself with herbal fumes
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| I crack a brew the other side of Earth in June
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| We locking thighs, the gaze created the art shine
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| The crescent moon hovered gently over the skyline
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| I fine dine with Mai Tais in Bonchon
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| The dipping sauce is Polynesian, lemon season
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| And summer breezes, it’s Polo chinos without the creases
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| Uncharted beaches, exotic features on foreign pieces
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| I beat the body, the verdict was read insanity
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| Then showed up to your fucking pool party on a manatee
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| I got my mans with me, we back to backed it to this bitch like bumper cars
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| I’m only tryna holla if ya thumper large
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| Off the meat rack, toss your son a g-pack
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| Grab him by the collar like «I need that»
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| If he acting up, smack him up and tell him don’t come back
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| 'Til the money right
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| When I tossed the dice it was a summer night
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| I keep it dapper, up in Maine eating snapper
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| At the table it’s loud with chatter without manner
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| Place the drink next to the coaster, pack a toaster
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| Out to dinner with my mother and my aunt Rosa
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| I move the boulders, you know the phone is a Motorola
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| My bitch the one with the fat butt and a baby stroller
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| I’m in the booth with a dunce cap, hop up on a track like «Yo I love rap»
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| Theloni bring the drums back
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| I said since my dog died all I drink is gin
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| Skull cap with the brim, It’s him
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| Retchy 'Lo Sweater |