| All aboard!
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| «La musica de Harry Fraud»
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| Riiiight!
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| Cold as North Dakota, kush is that aroma
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| Brand new piece from Ralphie’s, courtesy of Fola
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| Always gotta flow of bad bitches on my cobra
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| In love with the vagina, but not with the beholder
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| Faded off the Gin until we meet again
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| Cause just like sanitation
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| I be out like 3 AM
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| She always wanna chill cause her man is in the pen
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| I’m with my nigga Richie, make sure you bring a friend
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| We like em light-skinned, type: slim, long hair
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| And freak joints, enticing
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| We don’t wife em, no time to enlighten
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| We just pipe em, slide like M. Bison
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| I say it’s like that! |
| I’m just leasing the girl
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| You can have your wife back
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| She’s G’d up, she don’t like rap
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| She just want a real nigga that will pipe that
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| Baleedat! |
| Baleedat! |
| Baleedat!
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| She hit a nigga daily cause I’m filling that void
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| She say she need that, baleedat! |
| baleedat!
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| Fast life, slow flow, same old shittin new clothes
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| We tryna put them papers on your bitch
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| Say it ain’t so, Fool, who you come up with?
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| Couldn’t have been the OG’s who raised me
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| Slidin' through the city checkin' my traps that gold D
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| Cadillac Mac Alonte, droptop fishbowlin' them haters
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| See what I got, your bitch in the passenger
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| Passin' the anthrax, wrappin' the Raw
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| Over to the Jet Life, a collector of them classic cars
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| Smoke thicker than peanut butter, me and this bitch
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| Don’t even see each other, when we be together
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| But she feel me and I feel her ass, softer than a motherfucker
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| She cook good and get way high, I understand why you love her
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| Jetlife
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| Hook |