| Grr, ayo, grr
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| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
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| doot doot doot
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| Grr, ayo
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| Doot doot doot doot doot doot
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| Ayo
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| Ayo, the bitches say I’m sexy (ow)
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| The Lagerfield hopping out the Lex G (skr)
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| A quarter mil' for the neck piece
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| Don’t ever disrespect me (never, uh uh)
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| I’ll put your face on the Gildan
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| Bullet holes in your building
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| Baggin' up coke under a chandelier
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| Fingers crampin' up from baggin' all these grams for years
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| The block filled with chemist, but never passed chemistry (uh uh)
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| Now I pulled up on my chemistry teacher in the Wraith like «remember me?»
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| I’m God, bitch
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| The flyest nigga ever, it’s big eyes on the master level
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| MAC-11, hit him 13 times in like 8 seconds (ow)
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| Fuck these niggas, yo
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| It’s Flygod himself (shit too easy)
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| Mr. Green on the track |