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Dance machine |
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In the brown |
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Juicy lips |
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Watch em glow |
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In the sauce |
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I cried with Moochi at papi's wake |
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snuck a extra slice of cake |
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when the pigs came down to make they case |
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i looked them dead up in they face |
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i never heard of none of that |
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soon as i win, let's run it back |
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i run off feelings **** your facts |
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deception is the truest act |
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with poise i twirl the bluest lack |
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dougie hold the ooh-est sacks |
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I danced a move to play the back |
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I dipped she aksed him, "who was that?" |
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I ain't show off i just showed up |
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Greet my peoples fill they cup |
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Transmit heat on pillows plush |
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I mean it tho. i mean it tho |
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i gleam and glow |
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i'm clean and i will |
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bet you that i get it bro |
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inside the glow |
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just not for show |
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three beans purples indigo |
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catchy yes, but trendy no |
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never fiend or schemin tho |
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that's beneath Barbara Jean's offspring |
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With po i never seem to know |
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Gunbeats comprise arsenall |
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up or don't toss it at all |
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yeah up or don't toss it at all |
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philosophy is cruelty |
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both musically and bitch-wise too |
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i lost the best beat that i had |
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now my heart just smash and dash |
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warm inside i catch a cab |
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it's boring out, up to the lab |
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these robots grant us internets |
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programmed racist sequences |
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don't compare my beat with his |
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he ain't up off these streets we slick |
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i'm free |
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yes you know i'm free |
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i'm free |
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to be a slave to all these things i can't escape |
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trapped inside imaginations tickling at my face |
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you know i'm free |
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yes you know i'm free |
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free to chain my will up to the wings of my instinct |
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and wander round this box i'm inextricabuly linked |
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you know i'm... free |
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that's right i'm free to make pursuit to catch some stuff that holds me down |
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to capture my desire fashion out of this a crown |
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you know i'm free |
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i never leave i'm super free |
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to fill my smiles up with the tears that i forgot |
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and haunt myself beside this pretty ghost that float my heart |
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you know i'm free |
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thou shalt bask in the light of my phone screen glow |
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thumbs realize everyone i know |
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freedom's cold newest episode |
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one more smile in the undertow |
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let's go |
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put mind's in for a fresher world |
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old school hood nigga press and curl |
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eye's like moons when I kiss my girl |
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get flown out wish i was in Africa |
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Konjo |
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aw shiii.... |
