| Flip 'caine, David Blaine
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| Flip chips, made it rain, my six hogging up the lanes
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| Pimp the game and I ain’t even strain
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| Squeeze with the aim, leave with your chain
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| Proceed to flame, hear the bang, see the brain
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| Police came, clean the stain
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| The old lady screamed, the Mercedes is green
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| That’s all she claim she seen
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| Niggas sprayed the machine and the coupe gained steam
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| All that other talk is just talk
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| It’s either the gun or the hawk, the money’s under the floor
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| The tec’s in the drawer, the uzi’s under the pillow
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| Who you think is a hero’s just a five dollar hero
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| My ear lobes is million in euros (what else?)
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| My necklace is two kilos…
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| LYRICS NEED COMPLETING |