| Smoking dope, black bong
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| Dirty sprite with syrup in it
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| Howl guns, dead cop
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| Rushing to the top like Cro Cop
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| Threw off the dope, iced flow
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| Spinning raw, full chrome
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| We cook crack, life is on the low
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| Purple smoke, black bong
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| Fucked hoe, after the show
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| Sniffed coke, frozen snow
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| The cops are aiming at the back
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| In the pocket of liquidity
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| Gorillas are behind us
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| Digging graves
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| Overdose, white boss
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| Shooting opps, coke again
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| I'm silent like Kenny, White Chevy, Jim Carrey
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| You see how their shadows whisper
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| SOS signals
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| Bitch, I shot those opps
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| And if you see my fuck - I'm dead
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| And on my grave there is a dance floor
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| Trampling four kents from the walk
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| They do not believe that I will be the boss,
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| But in every business they poke their nose
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| I rise every year
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| They really need a telescope
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| I don’t leave the bando if there is no bandana on my shoulder
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| Bitch, fuck 102, we don't even need security
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| We do not hide our faces by setting fire to these herbs
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| Fuck all your idols, we don't get into the frame
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| It's six one six flow brother
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| It's every fucking day
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| I drink my cap to the bottom
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| While you are writing your hate comment
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| Blondie MILF Tsunade is with me
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| Mixing poison in cap
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| You don't have to be in the industry
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| To fuck her right bitch
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| Smoking dope, black bong
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| Dirty sprite with syrup in it
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| Howl guns, dead cop
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| Rushing to the top like Cro Cop
|
| Threw off the dope, iced flow
|
| Spinning raw, full chrome
|
| We cook crack, life is on the low
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| Purple smoke, black bong |