| In the mirror Hollowman that true reflection
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| Yeah, you can’t trust these bitches in here, use protection
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| Yeah, but they sexy so, fuck it, you should sex them
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| Sushi fest, sushi flexing
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| Pussy good, raw fish, coochie testing
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| Yeah, hoochie mama asking me these goofy questions
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| True she’s blessed, coochie blessings
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| Ghost for like half the day
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| Splash, she’s hosting a fountain
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| Yeah, toast and the marmalade
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| Yeah, house in the mountains
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| Yeah, I toast to a calmer day
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| Still had to roast my accountant
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| And most of them barber yutes hate
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| Most of them doubting
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| Yeah, most of them barber shop whack
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| Most of them jokers (Jokers)
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| Yeah, I called them the barber shop yutes
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| 'Cause most of them loafers
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| Yeah, I rope in the calmest guap
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| Still most of them hopeless
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| Swag down to my Prada socks
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| What chill? |
| Under my loafers
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| Most of them parmesan cheese
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| Take them in doses (Cheesy)
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| Yeah, got all the answer yutes
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| Most of them coaches
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| Yeah, burn up the cockroach
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| Yeah, burn up the roaches
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| Just dropped off my baby mums
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| Then just hail up the broskis
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| I don’t care about awards like that
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| Man’s been broke with some trophies
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| You don’t care about the cause like that
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| So shout the Rashid’s and the Posty’s
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| Food on the end of my fork like that
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| Just tasting tender, I’m cosy
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| Just made hundreds of thousands
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| Just spend ten on some Dolce
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| Just got an M on a low key
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| Mixed up Thor and a Loki
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| Splash some Captain America
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| Hulk, in the jungle I’m Mowgli
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| Them are some phoney riders
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| All them are baloney
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| Don’t care about expensive watches
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| Just blend with the Rollie
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| Yeah, man used to hold that block down
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| MAC 10 in a Stoney
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| Put don in a coma
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| Just man and a homie
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| You thinking it’s football
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| Let them be the goalie
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| Groupie sex, groupie session
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| Block that bitch, sorry babes got no reception
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| Try connect but you won’t get no connection
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| Won’t be texting so don’t come in man’s direction
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| Stupid sket, this dude from Peckham
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| Won’t be made a fool of, straight up learnt his lesson
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| Man’s too smart, won’t be facing no depression
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| 'Cause first she’s straight, then she’s lesbian
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| Yeah, that’s looking rather nice, greedy G’s gotta have it
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| Yeah, they’re cartoons in real life, neeky, straight Roger Rabbit
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| Yeah, just got a car to drive, but got a driver, G’s living lavish
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| And I just got to carve this pie, easy, G’s got the package
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| Yeah, Giggs live the father life, Israel, he’s looking massive
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| Whoa, straight gone Jafar on guys, easy or you’ll get the magic
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| Yeah, my name’s looking hard in lights
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| You’re measly, not easy to manage
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| Yeah, and G’s got the carbon dickoxide, he’s doing damage
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| Exclusive flex, burn and abuse it
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| Turn up the, turn up the music
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| Beat murderer, murder it stupid
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| Eat up the whole thing, then serve him a tooth pick |