[00:11.62][Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] |
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Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again |
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Hit it from the back, she a addict within |
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I got her on some **** like "I'm a get tatted for him" |
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She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims |
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Remember it like it was yesterday |
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Another case of "I ****ed your *****, *****" but a more clever way |
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Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may |
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Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay |
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Catch me somersaulting my eyelids |
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Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live |
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So it's make believe, rather unique |
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Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique |
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Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks |
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Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat |
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But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats |
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And they all got tricks up they sleeve |
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[00:56.38][Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] |
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Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, **** your cigarette |
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I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed |
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Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly |
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Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry |
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47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting |
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I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie |
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I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons |
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Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room |
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Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon |
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Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon |
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I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos |
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Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes |
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You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes |
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Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face |
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Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes |
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What's the verdict? Nothing but a ****ing disgrace, ***** |
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[01:38.97][Verse 3: Nyck Caution] |
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This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught |
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Then get *****ed like the ***** she brought, throw your fit then walk |
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When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts |
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There's no giving when they take what you got |
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Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie |
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Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering |
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Leave that risk to your Pros |
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Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke |
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I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake |
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Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode |
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Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar |
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The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper |
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I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef |
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But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala |
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There's arrogant cops who stay intruding |
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Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution |
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Them wack rappers who track-eluding |
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Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence |
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Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid |
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I still kill and you can't lose it |