| Woe is me, focus in on the lotus feet
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| Claiming she’s not preggers but notice the foetus be
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| All up in the photos she pose with the rosary
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| Trying to make the quotas exposing the coterie
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| Dopp Gang, MoF & EP
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| Never let a she control with cajolery
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| French breed, be calling me monamie
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| Bumping that Jodeci, got weed and potpourri
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| See, shit he might flee if my son got her
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| Gangaz brung 151 and Rum Chata
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| Police blotter, even though I ain’t done nada
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| Ayahuasca, cloaked out in Minnewaska
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| Your posture, keep it upright so you can prosper
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| A Ganga not bit by mites, he got zoster
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| A pet fossa, omekase from Masa
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| Dipping on the bill, for real cause a disaster
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| Parts Unknown everybody low key
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d's
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| You know me, you know me
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Shit, you know me, you know me
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Ayo I’m zoning watching PBA bowling
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| Laughing uncontrollably that’s just the PBA trolling
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| See they want to stop us when we rolling
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| Gotta Stolen PBA card for coppers that’s patrolling
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| Cus they want to put they boot up in your colon
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| Next time shake n bake ‘em like my name was Jimmy Dolan
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| And that’s with or without a Porsche
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| I’m fully dressed with a big momma having outercourse
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| Sipping Borcht, game sour like bilimbi
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| Trying to build your shit up got to watch out for the nimbys
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| Not in my back yard, they lack nards and act jarred
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| Spreading through your town like its black tar agh
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| Known to leave a man marred
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| In the same cloak, hit the after party for the Vanguard
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| Then I caught a shuttle with an actress
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| King size Craftmatic with the cuddle mattress
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| Parts Unknown everybody low key
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d's
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| You know me, you know me
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Shit, you know me, you know me
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| A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
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| Until we croak
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| Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak |