| Aye Ski, they not expectin' this one
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| Anything is possible
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| Anything is possible
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| I’m on a drug, binge, aye!
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| Rules, I bend, aye!
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| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
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| Drug, binge, aye aye
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| Rules, I bend
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| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
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| Okay like oh no, look at wrist
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| You bitches whippin' up the bowl
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| Yo' not talkin' bricks, you been getting wet like egg yolk
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| She not from Dimmsdale
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| But she gon' give me Dimmadome
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| Oh no look at your aunt
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| Her feet black just like a crow
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| Okay like, Doctor Doofenshmirtz
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| Coat bought my girl work so it’s her collection
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| I don’t pistol pack in Red Dead Redemption
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| Cowboy boots with the spur
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| Been lost with the jugg walk
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| With the sauce with the saber tooth fur
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| How do I explain the way she grip on my dick just like a butter churn
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| Krispy Kreme my sauce
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| Never empty, humpty dumpty, how I crack her
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| Like a nut cracker all the best crispy, wish list
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| Creep, creep
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| Crawling like I’m just from centipede
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| Bulletproof vest like I’m 50
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| Feeling like a Poli toy full of bear hibernation pee pee
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| I’m on a drug, binge
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| Rules, I bend
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| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
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| Drug, binge, aye
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| Rules, I bend aye aye
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| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
|
| Okay like oh no, look at wrist
|
| You bitches whippin' up the bowl
|
| Yo' not talkin' bricks, you been getting wet like egg yolk
|
| She not from Dimmsdale
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| But she gon' give me Dimmadome
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| Oh no look at your aunt
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| Her feet black just like a crow
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| Okay like guillotine, our team
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| In that pussy
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| Why your bitch look like me
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| With a pussy
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| I can’t swim
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| Just like I’m raving no dice
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| I’m so raven idea
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| I had a dream, like I am Martin Luther
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| When she suck my dick she make me feel it in my toes
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| She look like she need some dick she suck me
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| Don’t wanna go
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| She gon' fuck my nigga for a place to stay fo' sho
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| You are irrelevant
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| I’m going celibate
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| Don’t want your bitch you can keep her amor
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| I’m on a drug, binge
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| Rules, I bend
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| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
|
| Drug, binge
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| Rules, I bend
|
| Like Constantine, devil want my soul
|
| Okay like oh no, look at wrist
|
| You bitches whippin' up the bowl
|
| Yo' not talkin' bricks, you been getting wet like egg yolk
|
| She not from Dimmsdale
|
| But she gon' give me Dimmadome
|
| Oh no look at your aunt
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| Her feet black just like a crow |