Hey bandana, there's a bandana on my face
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In the area homie fam, yo, the shooter fired from the machine
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I smoke so much plan, in fact, dera ji is legal
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Fuck twelve, fuck your zone, green place right by the bitch in the bedroom
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This is a fake shot, where is the coup, where the fuck is the law
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I got into your brain to create a gray panel house
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Now get up so broke, I'll wait a little more
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Bandana on my face, and you're like a sucker!
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I don't know, it seems to be normal
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Do things in the kitchen for good
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Heaps of fucking traces from bullets on metal
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Debics are still being extinguished
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Try to prove to yourself, well, at least
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That you are at the level of primate friends
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I know you want my adequacy,
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But this is Umsi, with him only trouble
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I fucked your style dude, who the hell are you, ooh
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Smoked a scythe and jumped straight to the echelon, ooh
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I don't have chains, but your ho has chains, ooh
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What did you find in her, she's rubbish, what did you find in her?
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Hey bandana, there's a bandana on my face
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In the area homie fam, yo, the shooter fired from the machine
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I smoke so much plan, in fact, dera ji is legal
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Fuck twelve, fuck your zone, green place right by the bitch in the bedroom
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I land on a square
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Every demon is happy here
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My square flies into the eyes
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While lally powders her ass
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Hey, bandana, on my face, bandana
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I'm not hiding my face, just what the fuck do I need?
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This rumble from the machine, we break into the blockade
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And you see in the dark
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There are a lot of stuff on the scales
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Fucking torn
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Molly with Lucy to the sonata
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I stuck to the hope that this is not enough for me
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And how to give a drink
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You will ask, uncle,
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But I don't give a fuck, I'm sorry
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You don't have to start it
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I'll leave a couple of pulls
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Just because you fuck
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Na-na-na-na-na, fuck your cunt, bitch |