| It’s Ronnie Euro 'bout to break the bank bitch
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| Berlin with Suff Daddy
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| Buildin' rollin' that dank bitch
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| Working on my third passport
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| Please stand up, collect the Gs
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| I put rhymes to ???
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| Phat Kat, forever ready
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| My aim’s immaculate, holding the flame steady
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| Please don’t let me get to bustin'
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| Kalashnikov, you know, AK rushin'
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| Built heavy duty, you niggas ain’t sayin' nothing
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| Grown ass man, no time for bickerin' and fussin'
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| Heard you got locked, got singer like Justin
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| Post my bail, had my shooter flash with the musket
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| Yeah… you better
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| Kill them remarks friend and call me the marskman
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| What I write turn you white as frontside of a shark’s fin
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| From Berlin to Clarkston, I’m on to put sparks in
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| The right pen and pages, light skin and a dark skin
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| Ignite and I’m on the rhyme beat
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| Stretch 'em so now they height’s ten
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| When they was only 5 feet
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| What I recite’s been
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| Hard to swallow like white gin
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| And kills your appetite, you don’t rap as tight aite?
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| (Hook: x4)
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| You corny niggas okay when
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| We worldwide coastal Detroit to Berlin |