| Hey Paulo, fix him a little midimozaguli
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| And put some struzzi on it
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| Straight up
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| I fucking tested positive for GH twice
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| Fuck it, we out here, ah
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| The falcon feather 250 got me looking like Lorenzo Lamas
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| Long trench, shotty in it, at least I’m honest
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| Six flips into the whip like a Russian gymnast
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| The tear away shorts, it’s back to business
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| Catch me up at Caesar’s Palace raking up
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| Take the paper in the morning, cop a bacon truck, yup
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| Turn the wheel like a new leaf
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| I’ll have your mother naked cooking stew beef
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| My back is strong like a retarded horse
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| We take the charter of course
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| Hard decisions in my life, what should I drive today, Impala or Porsche?
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| On some McGyver shit
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| While it’s moving, dive into the forest
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| I chill with bitches that play ball, shoot dice
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| Play the roof tops on cool nights rocking some new flights
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| Box cutter carriers I’ll marry ya
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| Black 740 be the chariot, I’m arrogant
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| Trousers
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| Yoinks |