| When the seed harvest, and the food grow
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| Them cocoa leafs turning to that good blow
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| Peruvian coke, manuever the boat
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| Mafia nect ya
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| They said my music influence violence
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| I don’t give a fuck I’m on the cayman islands
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| My 9 is gonna die with me
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| Pick up the supply with me
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| I get that money, them euro’s, them pounds and yen
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| Dis is for dead eye stuck in the pen
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| Dis is for white boy stuck in them pens
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| Doin 2000 push ups for his jail time ends
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| I mix the nuvo, with patron silver
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| The hoe’s like it I call it pink panther
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| I’m in the cherry roadster, strappin the holster
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| Bad red bones bitch like rose acosta
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| Fuck 300 months on the wake up
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| I need 300 blunts and a jacob
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| Fuck 300 months on the wake up
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| I need 300 blunts and a jacob |