| Wooo
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| Hey!
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| Wooo
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| It’s never over, it’s never over
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| Hey, hey!
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| It’s never over, it’s never over
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| Hey, hey!
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| Which rapper wanna smile on they neck? |
| You a cock sucker
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| You ain’t say Styles is the best? |
| I’m disgustin'
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| What up then? |
| Start the discussion
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| The ends is a high me, that’s a body in Hudson
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| Lucky to be found by the river patrol
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| He a piece of shit, flush him, fuck diggin' a hole
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| Which rapper said he the best? |
| Tell 'em Ghost said he’s a bitch
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| And told him to say less and give him my address
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| Yeah, the top ten niggas is soft as a jazz fest
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| Put my blade to they skin and stretch it like spandex
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| But now I’m on some entrepreneur shit
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| Spa seats in the car, can of god, full of that raw shit, at least a zip
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| Violate, hit 'em with at least a clip
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| Knocked out his eyeballs, he ain’t even peeped the shit
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| Ghost numb like he on cocaine and ether mixed
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| Simply don’t give a fuck, cool when the reefer lit |