| Where I’m at with it fast
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| With it fast enough to craft with it
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| Crack with it, crack in it
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| Lights camera act with it
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| Action it packed like we stacked in the back of a shack
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| With it passionate black with it black with it
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| Blast from the pass whipping ass
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| I’m shaft with a caddy full of gas pouring
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| Vino in her glass with it
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| After it’s passed like the green that were ashed by a queen
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| In the back back seat up in the lac with it
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| Racks on racks with it, fuck that tracks with it
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| Real how I rap with it, mills when I rap with this
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| Serving like I’m certain every person getting fat with it
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| Until I master it, ‘til then I’m practicing
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| There you see me now
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| I’m going to give you some
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| I’m going to break you down
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| And show you where I’m really from
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| I never feel good go on and get you some
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| Goodgreef good morning go and get you some
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| Heat it up and party until the morning come
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| Live it up and party on it till the morning come
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| And if it feel good go on and get you some
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| Goodgreef good morning til the morning sun
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Food
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| Eh yo I’m back on my can goods
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| Black for his ham shit
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| Black at it hand go blam for his blam
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| God damn for his ran for the woods
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| How opposite, cinnamon toast crunch
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| Buming spotty addiopolist
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| King of mama droppolist
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| And they going to need binoculars
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| To see me how I stevey
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| Man you know I need keys
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| This cash for your face nah
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| Basing the form of some shit
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| You might have ate school lunch
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| Seventh grade pink slime no miller
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| Just the blue box craft macaroni
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| On your one and only
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| When she all and lonely
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| Now she on me like economy
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| Add to my confidence
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| Ironically I’m gonna pass her off
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| To my confidant mad not show long with it
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| Looking like knock it off
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| You don’t want no beef
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| Stroking off keep on jacking off
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| If I ever alarm chilly hot
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| Let me take this jacket off
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| 12 niggers ran to me
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| Single handedly smash them off
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| There you see me now
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| I’m going to give you some
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| I’m going to break you down
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| And show you where I’m really from
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| I never feel good go on and get you some
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| Goodgreef good morning go and get you some
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| Heat it up and party until the morning come
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| Live it up and party on it till the morning come
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| And if it feel good go on and get you some
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| Goodgreef good morning til the morning sun
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Breakdown in my shit
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| Break down in break down
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| In breakdown in my shit food |