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[Matter ov Fact] |
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Meet the gang and you're guaranteed to admire these |
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Rap niggas with courtesy to vampire sneeze |
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Known to carry conversations with the higher ease |
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That'll even make you want to disregard the prior sleaze |
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Look above her knees, shorty thighs hitting |
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The older lady living with the forty five kittens |
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Both her organs of corti tried quitting |
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Still has her vision, so she loves knitting glove mittens |
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I'm not remembering the dialogue |
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Or even venting all his inner feelings via blog |
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I don't remember talking smack to a known cop |
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Or gorilla glass being cracked when his phone dropped |
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Blessed his cloak with invisibility |
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I chilled inside a stall for hours watching women pee |
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Then I woke up in a holding cell to niggas grilling me |
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[Hook] |
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I'mma order two more glasses of the plum wine, after that |
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I'mma see you when the sun shine |
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Try not to catch a dui from the one time, drive safe |
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I'mma see you when the sun shine |
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I'm dipping with the shorty with the bum spine, she dumb fine |
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I'mma see you when the sun shine |
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I heard she got the plaque up on her gumline, fuck it nigga |
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I'mma see you when the sun shine |
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[EP] |
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These players hit freaknik with the wide freaky horse |
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A thick greek chick with the tzatzik sauce |
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Rock Atlanta, to my man tropicana |
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Got shorty corn fed, born bred out savanna |
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A new city, cus one gripe 'bout the yitty |
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Not one biddy, to let me pipe out of pity |
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Can't recollect the blouse and cherry thong |
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Who's house of dereon was doused in perignon |
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It was somebody's spouse for very long |
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Heard the god kissed her in the mouth, wrong |
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He's unaware if he had a spare barrier |
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Dared to go bare, might be a rare carrier |
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Son, the con hi-jacked her |
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Cus shorty poked fun at the non-thigh slapper |
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Blew the funds on the prawn thai snapper |
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And woke up to some guns being drawn right after |
