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[Verse 1:] |
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Bitches on chemicals |
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Moving bodies, sensual, sexual |
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Cynical, octopussy killer tentacles |
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Drown many of clown nigga |
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Bitches'll do it to ya every time |
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Ashes and ink every line |
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You'll swear I live the pimp life more than a couple times |
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The way I get in they minds without ever spending mines |
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Take a boss out to eat weak bitch, I want surf and turf steak |
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Big shrimps, hundred percent [?] |
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If I'm in the building, your ho's trailing my scent yo |
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You know |
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[Hook:] |
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Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit |
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Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my shit |
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(Life) Life (Life) |
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(Roll something) |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Audio dope |
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Overdose, you'll go out like Scatter man |
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Watch classics, learn from the masters |
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Extract data man |
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I got the pounds and the million dollar plans |
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Grand steering wheel in my hand |
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Mama next to me rubberbanding up them grands |
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Finna to hit the car lot, cop two champagne sedans |
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Bitches drunk wanting to fuck, I'm sitting on the trunk rolling one up |
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Come on - we can ride |
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Burn trees down, switch cars on the east side |
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Vercetti Andretti, Corleone family |
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Watches heavy, strong arms |
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Snatch the world, carry it home |
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Me and my girls break a piece off, stuff it in a bong |
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Hit the couch, turn the game on |
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Yea, homes |
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[Hook] |