Get them squares out the cypher
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Who got my lighter
Me and flex this tekken tag tournament
Smoke it long until its small enough to burn ya lip
We permanent
Servin em curside they worship us
Its urgent that these nurses find a cure for us
I just found a pound of power pack
Oh my God i stumbled upon a sour patch
You just a
Fruit gusher
You love her
My crew stuffed her
Im too clutch uhh
Pourin spirits in mini gla**es those soul shots
Im only goin if its no cops
And hoes with no tops
You bozos only good for jokes stand up
Its not monday but dont get ya man crushed
Haircut like im from the 80's
Wavy like im in the navy
White lady Chelsea Lately
We got that fire like Hades
Flex on the beato
I flex on the beat yo
Im the ketchup on the meatloaf
The tag on your pillow
You not ripping me off
You tried to and it was too hard
You just tiring yourself out
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This that python
Blunt as big as my arm
Get your high on
Listening to my songs
Karmaloop
In my brain housing group
NBA streets volume 2
Gettin it in your system get you lifted outer space
Wanted to pop laura croft ever since i was eight
My girl lips like angelinas
Your girl shaped like a jalapeno
Mines as hot as one the hottest one the coldest too
On that venom boa constrict em broken rules
Is why i got open wounds
As scandalous as olivia pope inside a voting booth
Im the sixth member of the foo fighters
I hope yall dont lose lighters
Oh my goodness
This some good sh**
Stay off that bullsh**
2 girls like Salt and Pepa sayin push it
They wanna succeed at makin you fail
So im lightin up a kangaroo tail
Yea
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And keep them squares out your cypher n***a