| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| It’s the grey player, I’m a dame slayer
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| Playing games, hoes peelin' off my layers
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| Fuck a hater, I’ma blame it on the Navigator
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| Never gettin' paper
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| But I got a pair of boots that was made from alligator, uh
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| Fuckboy, see you later, keep your mouth shut
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| I don’t fuck with traitors
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| Gotta make a dent in this world, gotta find a flavor
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| Cherry marmalade, bitch, I spread it on my bread like a baker
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| Bitch, I’m fucking sunk like an anchor
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| Let me sink down, I don’t need a lifesaver, bitch
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| I made a fucking promise to the devil that I’d trade my fuckin' soul
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| So I settle with the motherfucking razor, uh!
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Break 'em off and cut 'em up, like
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| Walk into the mind of a $uicide God
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| Chalk drawn lines with a body inside
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| Ride with the blade, or the MAC, or the gauge
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| Lil Gauge in the back make the blunt rotate
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| No fucking role model, I’ll die before forty
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| Got Xans on me, now I pop more in the morning
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| Bitches be snappin' they tits, but it’s boring
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| Rather that hydro-codeine that I’m pouring
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| That codeine too weak for a fiend with a tolerance
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| Strip her down, fuck her once, then I go rob the bitch!
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| Grey in my eyes and my heart, don’t feel nothing
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| My fuckin' drug use never up for discussion
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| Forever-ever, pour yella, yella
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| Tombstone header reading «triple six» and that’s forever-ever |