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Okay now watch me kick it/ Like you watchin soccer pimpin/ is my occupation, slippin isn't/ slick, exquisite; sick admit it/ vomit on a record, I got her when I met her/ but her bottom on my dresser, now that models on a stretcher broken/ poppin bottles and we tokin, get her wetter than the bottom of the ocean/ all my lines raw, yea nigga cuz I bought em from a coke head/ and your girl in my ride gimme slow head/ she on my pole, totem/ you aint hear me? you tone death?/ playboy, you would think a nigga know Hef/ your shit old, Stone Hedge/ by shit new, oh ten/ Iron fist, aint nobody high as this/ psychiatrist admire this/ cuz I'm crazy baby, but a plier to a liars lips/ you fuckin with a lion bitch/ young dragon fire spit/ murder beats, Mike Myers shit/ I'm tired of this, a scissor through your eye would make your iris itch/ Renegade's on rider shit, I ride her then I tired of it/ that's why I gotta new chick every time I switch/ blade to a flame, till its hot and rearranged/ I pop it in your brain/ Im not a bit of sane mang/ me and you aint on the same page/ I got mad class, you the same grade
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Why ya'll trippin, I'm aight/ Two blunts, that get a nigga mind right/ you know I'm a lover, not a fighter, SIKE!/ this is Apocalypse, everybody gon die tonight/ why ya'll trippin, I'm okay/ Gold shades, top down, low fade/ I never really cared what a hoe say/ end of the world nigga, pass me some Rosae! Ayyyyy!
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