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[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] |
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I'm smoking big killa on the Clearwater beach |
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And every time I speak I hear "Go ahead your honor, preach." |
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I'm too hot for you *******s not to acknowledge me |
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The prodigy could talk a married ************ out of monogamy |
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I'm out of reach but your posture ain't looking promising |
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I'm pressing ******es, gynecology, you *******s robbing me |
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I deserve respect, cut a check, ******* and inves******ent meet |
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For all the mess it has to for tracks I handle recklessly |
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I'm Glen Rice from the corner, three, in there |
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Swimwear twisted like Dub-C chin hair |
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[Verse 2: Action Bronson] |
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I payed Holyfield to take the dive |
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Fix the drug test, we getting richer |
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Blood or a spritzer |
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Cherry oak wood ************fter |
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In a Jaguar, shoes are made from Babar |
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Roll the lethal |
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Seats in the Regal same color as Mario Van Peebles |
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I'm like a young Stephen Seagal |
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My favorite move's a clothesline |
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Dragon jacket, hair slicked back when it's go time |
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Mother****** I'm a great artist |
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I fixed the game between Georgia Tech and Wake Forrest |
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[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] |
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Fly ************t we make that, Marvel we bake that |
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Pull a shotty, leave your body where the lake's at |
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Staying foul places, strip clubs with meth faces |
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All my fam's thumbs smell like gloves that catch cases |
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Not trying to glorify, but my story's obnoxious |
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Y'all ************ rappers wash your faces in a box of sausage |
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Surpreme server, bare burger when we order ostrich |
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Opposite of *******s poppin' ************t cause we pop lips for gossip |
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Fluent Jewish lock it, gun black like Lewis Gossett |
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Predict the profit so I prophesize the ******g profit |
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[Verse 4: Roc Marciano] |
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Plush thoughts flood to Christopher Cross |
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Throw out the Rollie with the salt, park the Renault |
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Your number was called |
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I grip the nine iron like golf |
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Wipe 'em off |
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At night ride the white horse with the torch |
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You bleed out by the court while I've leaving court |
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Defeat of course, my cohorts snort |
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Pop a wart and read the robber port |
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Drive a quattroporte |
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Step on the product with the Rockports |
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Spark a Newport |
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Whip up a stew, this is food for thought |
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Pursue the course and floss in the newest Porsche |
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[Verse 5: Despot] |
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Tell your stories running, walking isn't fast enough |
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These cats will lap you up like milk out of a plastic cup |
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You bastards stuck somewhere between fragile and half a chump |
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I'd bet you ****** a thousand bucks your dad wishes he's wrapped it up |
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We rapscallions, like a bundle of onions |
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How you find the gumption to be out here trying to function |
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I fixed the game dog, I'm neutering the poodle |
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Got the ruger to your noodle and the goons are yelling "Who you?" |
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The rental car's window's rose-tinted, **** in it |
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The credit card got a tank in it, no limit |
