| I know what you did in the summer
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| My hands remember it
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| Rhymes weigh more than a centner
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| Style takes off like a rocket
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| My feelings, bay, they are gone
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| Jeans low but head up
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| I'm dreaming, making money, damn
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| Bay, sorry, I'm not a stoner, bitch groans under the lines
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| She cries blood - it's worth a lot
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| My flow is like a Boeing, I run like a sonic
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| So many roads and I took coins from each
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| From the balcony I see that the world is restless
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| I need a tissot and I want a rover
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| My bro is rolling somewhere, I'm the newest here
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| Don't need weapons - rows of ammo
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| Slice and cut
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| Slice and cut
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| Psycho with a knife
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| Slice and cut
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| Me and Max we're like Lil B, they want to take our swag
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| Guy, if you forgot, then remember how much a full pack costs
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| Okay, there's Benjamin and Whitener, that money's on the floor
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| Couple packs on the floor, bitch I smoke rock
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| The style is sealed in a zip so tight
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| I hit her in the ass, she is very sweaty
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| I have a swag, but I'm not guilty
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| They bazaar MCs are no match for me
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| Make money throw it in the rover
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| We smoke white shit, you would die here
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| I lost something, this is my toler
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| Money on me is earned with blood
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| They fall down like dominoes
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| I twist, but no, this is not a casino
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| This is how it was with me magnum
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| The street is pain, it's not a movie
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| My money is longer than Yao Ming
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| Do you know what this cash flow is
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| With me bitch like Megan
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| I fold it like Lego
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| She wants a photo
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| What would I and Max be with her
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| She wants a photo
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| But will get slice and cut |