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I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, ******s tellin' me to kill it |
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When they get out |
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I'll bring them 'round some ******es |
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*******nobi, how |
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I kick it, "American Ninja" major motion picture |
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Flippin' my remote, same way |
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I do them ho's |
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But she already know before she touch my |
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Chevy door |
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Real ******, let me make it as clear as my windows |
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No ******* shall enter in the circle of winners |
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Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what |
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I been through |
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Rear-view, clear vision, memories of paid dues |
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Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came through |
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But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you |
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Soon as you quit hatin' and hear what |
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I gotta say to you |
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Baby blue, souls |
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D's, White 11, '96 |
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No retro card came with this |
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Same year, my |
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Impala with the floor *******ft |
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Four door suicide, muscle car, chauffeured |
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Shawty body chocolate, |
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Russel Stover |
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Brung ****** wit' her whenever |
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I invite her over |
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Polo sweater, |
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Teddy belt hangin' off her shoulder |
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No care over here so we put it in the air |
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Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna ****** everywhere |
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That's cool, baby, but |
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I just got that pool table |
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We ain't gotta stay away from it, it's all good |
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If you wanna get under it then |
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I guess I can ****** with it |
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Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket list |
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And these boys, |
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I granted this death wish |
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Legendary lay-up |
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Jordan with the right-left switch |
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Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed, |
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ShanghaiCandy rain, drizzle frame, |
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I ride '87 |
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Corvette Z |
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R1 to the |
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T-top softened |
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Put 'em in the trunk ******, all gassed up |
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She been drinkin' from the pump, that's all bad |
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Tryin' to pass, ****** around and crashed |
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******es all flip, fools tryin' to make it last |
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Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, |
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I don't check bags |
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I just carry on, leave that bull*******t in the past |
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Half Rose, |
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Sean Don, |
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O.J. in my glass |
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Mimosa, Testarossa program, bow ties curriculum |
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Doors open like a pendulum swingin' |
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Rockin' my jet set emblems |
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Foolish, the serve like |
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Wimbledon, interior cinnamon |
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The car that |
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I'm sittin' in, calm my bad nerves |
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I call her my |
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Ritalin, just kiddin' |
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Not pillin', just element twistin' |
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From the herb come the fire and the wind |
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I'm livin' |
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Not pillin', just element twistin' |
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From the herb come the fire and the wind |
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I'm livin' |
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From the herb come the fire and the wind |
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I'm livin', yeah |
