| You’re a bad girl aren’t you?
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| Understand what it is you can’t hold us back baby
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| Can’t stop it, Doppel gang, do what we do
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| Yo, peep the mami next to me
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| On ecstasy, lactating with the left breast mastectomy
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| A pity whiles I trade MIDI files
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| With this one tity chick real gritty with the city miles
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| On her, lime was my Corona
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| Shorty try to tame him but you can’t train a loner
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| Doppelgang fuck your misnomer
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| Die slow bro from that lymphoma
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| Doner kebab all on my shirt
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| Corn on the cob for my dessert
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| The slob turn your whole earth
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| Into a black cloak convert
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| Peace kid three quid for the concert
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| Long dress twerk
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| Psh look better in a skirt
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| But she looking like a peppermint
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| With that decadent smirk
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| Uh, I live rugged, do what I want
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| Do what I want, 'til I kick the bucket
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| I live rugged, do what I want
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| Do what I want, 'til I kick the bucket
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| Fuck it, I live rugged, do what I want
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| Do what I want, 'til I kick the bucket
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| I live rugged, do what I want
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| Do what I want, 'til I kick the bucket
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| Yo, yo Matter Fact known to yap a fly
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| Sand em, paint 'em a random color lilac
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| Last spotted by his fandom out in Niac
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| Paddlin' across the Hudson, tandem kayak
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| About to capsize cause them bigger breeds
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| Swearing that they lack size, imagine that
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| Shorty know where the gelato at
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| That’s why the inner thigh lighter than her outer thighs, that shadowcat
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| Ayo we at Bahama Breeze
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| Sipping on Bahama Mamas with (Masa hales?)
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| In the Carolinas with a stolen block of cheese
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| Time to go then they rolling with a flock of geese
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| She a dunce, but sweeter than a bag of runts
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| A former softball player who can drag a bunt
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| Keep a artificial nail just to crack a blunt
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| She take dump, known to wipe her ass from back to front
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| From crack to cunt |