| Steak and peppers, 4X Polo leathers
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| We bag bird bitches ruffle feathers, let 'em dead us
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| We ain’t want 'em anyway, that’s the game plan
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| Switch 'em up with Bronsinelli, that’s my main man
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| Move vigorous, sharp smooth scissorish
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| Sipping on the VSOP ock, smooth privilege
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| QU lineage, see through fake images
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| I do this winning shit my progress is limitless
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| Incinerate dreams just by living
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| Pass the mothafuckin' gravy, everyday is Thanksgiving
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| Skanks driven quite often in my ride
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| Got a good girl on lock but keep some bad ones on the side
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| Stuck in my ways, hustling for days
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| Don’t give a fuck about a war let’s start chucking grenades
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| I got bags under my eyes, keep 'em tucked under shades
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| Gold chains and brand names keep 'em stuck in a daze, I’m out |