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[Intro:]Bronsolino |
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Fuck that sitting-down rap type shit, man |
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I stand up, cause |
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I'm a motherfucking man |
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And I'm motherfucking hot[Verse 1:] |
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Peep itI'm on the third floor, your class was in the basement |
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You know what that means: you got a hint of retardation |
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Well, me too, |
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I'm fully-blown just like the flow, though |
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Spit the silky shit that's ankle-length like a kimono |
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Uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil |
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Shotty for the haters, that's trimmed off at the nostrils |
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Well, me and |
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Docker eating dinner at the brothel |
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Never sniff that blanco, that's word to |
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OJ's Bronco |
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Cop a Dutch and break it open, overfill it |
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I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though |
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Cause when |
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I rhyme, I feel possessed by |
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El Espirito |
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Encounters of a |
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Third Kind, |
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X-Rays on the visual |
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Ginger ale and hot sauce: two things |
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I live byI'm such a chill guy, but fuck around and, yes, you will die |
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Green DeVille, right, green drugs, but hold the serum |
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Rub the things together, then you clear 'em, flatline |
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The prosciutto, olives from |
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TunisiaDrums are hittin' hard because they chopped up like a cleaver |
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And yes I'm smokin' all the reefer |
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The night creeper |
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I love the pussy really tight, that's with a light |
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CaesarCan it be that |
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I'm the Golden |
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Child, the |
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Chosen One |
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The piggies saying freeze, but every time they did |
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I chose to run |
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Takin' that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier's gun |
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Hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son |
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Crack the pepper over thin crust that's handmade |
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I'm stayin' strapped just like the |
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Air RaidYo, take a taste of my nuts |
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Know they sweet just like the candy |
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Thick and the same color as |
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Band-Aid, understand me? |
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I built this building, they came and then |
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I dropped it |
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Two hour flights to |
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Heathrow up in the |
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ConcordeFermented grapes up in my glass that bear the same name |
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I'm working hard because that's what |
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I need to maintain |
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Killer Queens is on the rise, so understand me |
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Ain't never stoppin' 'til there's |
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Grammy in a room for my family |
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Also known as a den |
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Post and toast with |
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LaurenPosing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm[Interlude:] |
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Uh, let me take a little break fam |
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I'm fucking straight out of surgery, man |
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I need a little break |
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When I come back in, |
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I'm a come back in hard, though |
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I promise you that(Look at my motherfucking shoulders, son)[Verse 2:] |
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YoI'm diving in like |
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LouganisI'm aiming right for that anus |
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Trying to give her a payment to rent the pussy like |
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AvisPeace to |
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Shaevitz & |
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ShaevitzMy rhymes are seasoned for flavor |
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Fuck with shorties that's in shape, they got the |
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V like they |
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VegaAh ha, |
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Animal Style, flippin' like a flipjack |
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You heard the cat rap, like animal's fear from a rat, got |
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Ankle length, that's suede, the jacket |
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Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke |
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Do the Chatatimmy |
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Shimmy like a crackhead |
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No one compare to me, lampin' with my tangerine |
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I'm fiend out, so |
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I'm bangin' on the tambourine |
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Yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner |
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And I'm a send the doja down in case they run up on ya |
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Your style is celibate, |
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I'm elegant, trust |
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My style is liver and |
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I'm ivory like a elephant tusk |
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Swirl the wine inside the glass that got the delicate musk |
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Shoe be pointy at the toe, closin' down the show |
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Poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow |
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Finnish on the women |
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That mean the bitch from |
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FinlandHer tits are bonkers |
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Chilling in the chakras |
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Rollers in her hair, |
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I'm running through it, |
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Larry Csonka[Outro:] |
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Bronsolino |
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You don't even know who fucking |
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Larry Csonka is, man |
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Get the fuck off my weed leaf |
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Pussy |
