| A fresh set of braids, you cannot fade me
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| Rolling down your block, you gotta hate me
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| I’m rocking so much ice, you want to ice skate me
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| Keep on biting my style and you gon' catch rabies
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| Keep on biting my style, you gon' catch rabies
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| Keep on biting my style, you gon' catch rabies
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| Rocking so much ice, you want to ice skate me
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| Keep on biting my style and you are gon' catch rabies, catch rabies
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| Riff, 400 Degrees like I’m Juvenile
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| Walk inside my house, you see Versace tiles
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| Don’t worry bout my garage, I keep a cool toy
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| Don’t worry bout that drank spill, I got a towel boy
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| My Almond Joy pen broccoli baby Benz
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| Aqua gray lens, looks like a dolphin fin (splash)
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| I’ve been cooling with my friends, attitude arrogant
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| My breath peppermint, homicide track no evidence
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| Back off in this thing, it’s like I never left
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| So much loud on deck, I swear I’m going deaf
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| Fourth quarter, I think it’s time to call press
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| Lock these boys down, like I’m Ron Artest
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| Pull up in that white Regal
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| Bitch, I feel like Bugsy Siegel
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| Stuntin' like my name Knievel
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| Pocket full of dead people
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| Talking bout them presidents
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| Trying to bite my style cause you ain’t fresh as this |