| I’m on the moon wit a ladle
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| A Johnson turnin tables
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| I want peace like rainbow
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| I want war like Draco
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| All the youngins like playdoh
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| Smoke the lame, these pesos
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| Hurricanes and tornados
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| How can we speak through the radio
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| They just want all my ratio
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| She just want all my ratio
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| On the North side down in ClayCo
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| Been juggin for a payroll
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| Shoot a nigga like Halo
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| All the demons just want a halo
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| I can’t pour another Faygo
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| I just want another Faygo
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| She come back like a yoyo
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| She bome back for the yayo
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| Fauni out so it’s solo
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| Gettin fake eights of the karo
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| Give her nut not no mayo
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| They just want it by the caseload
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| And the ammo by the caseload
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| Doin it solo
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| Doin it solo
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| Doin it solo
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| And I’m livin like James, the bust me I’m breakin the Bond
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| Baby I’m juggin one chain, these pussy niggas so fraud
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| I put my girl in chains, then gettin them jobs
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| Why these niggas so fraud, all for clout and applaud
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| Everybody come wit a bitch, every bitch down for the cause
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| The bitch so bad fucked her raw, hell nah door to door
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| Stutter lights so stun can’t fit in the fit camouflage
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| Genjutsu mirage, lost in translation
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| On my solo
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| Did it solo
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| On my solo
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| Tell her so long
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| On my solo
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| But before you go though
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| Round my polo
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| On my solo
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| Solo, solo
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| On my solo
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| On my solo
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| On my solo
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| On my solo |