| Meet the gang and you’re guaranteed to admire these
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| Rap niggas with courtesy to vampire sneeze
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| Known to carry conversations with the higher ease
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| That’ll even make you want to disregard the prior sleaze
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| Look above her knees, shorty thighs hitting
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| The older lady living with the forty five kittens
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| Both her organs of corti tried quitting
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| Still has her vision, so she loves knitting glove mittens
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| I’m not remembering the dialogue
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| Or even venting all his inner feelings via blog
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| I don’t remember talking smack to a known cop
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| Or gorilla glass being cracked when his phone dropped
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| He had a dream that a wizard for a shilling fee
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| Blessed his cloak with invisibility
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| I chilled inside a stall for hours watching women pee
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| Then I woke up in a holding cell to niggas grilling me
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| I’mma order two more glasses of the plum wine, after that
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| I’mma see you when the sun shine
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| Try not to catch a dui from the one time, drive safe
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| I’mma see you when the sun shine
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| I’m dipping with the shorty with the bum spine, she dumb fine
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| I’mma see you when the sun shine
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| I heard she got the plaque up on her gumline, fuck it nigga
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| I’mma see you when the sun shine
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| These players hit freaknik with the wide freaky horse
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| A thick greek chick with the tzatzik sauce
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| Rock Atlanta, to my man tropicana
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| Got shorty corn fed, born bred out savanna
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| A new city, cus one gripe 'bout the yitty
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| Not one biddy, to let me pipe out of pity
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| Can’t recollect the blouse and cherry thong
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| Who’s house of dereon was doused in perignon
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| It was somebody’s spouse for very long
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| Heard the god kissed her in the mouth, wrong
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| He’s unaware if he had a spare barrier
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| Dared to go bare, might be a rare carrier
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| Son, the con hi-jacked her
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| Cus shorty poked fun at the non-thigh slapper
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| Blew the funds on the prawn thai snapper
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| And woke up to some guns being drawn right after |