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swimming wit a school of purana.. blow crystal smoke mab y some marajana..I don't trust nothing no I wait for the drama..everywhere I go I keep me a lama pop a a nigga knock off his antenna... they'll be no reception....l.a or atlanta. they'll only have a guess list. ..and your not included..you get secluded..so smile for the camera..fuck all of the motha fukcas..this ain't no photo shoot..I'm wearing bulletproof.. ready for battle...they shook up like baby rattles..it's really amusing but ..I don't have it..wish I could reach out and fukin grab it..lookin for shit..I ride low in the caddy..plus I'm pimpin white bitches way in the valle..this ain't no none since I hang wit the monster that's cold alcoholics but don't got no sponsors..don't do no meeting..don't shake no hands no grettings..they heathens ..but they don't snatch purses..they married to nurses. but you don't really wanna go and meet em.. entermission....a nigga I'm colder than a field of frigerators man..hay nigga I'm so cold if you look back you see a line off penguins following me man I'm tellin you a bitch linked my dick and her tongue got froze stuck on the mutha fuka..hay listen hear.....I'm getting back to..paper the money..president faces they don't look so funny.your probably out where it snow at ..you come out to Cali... your never gone go back ..No...shur get real in the field this is Jack brill..play wit that's brilliance and you could get killed...you could you could get mamed...you could be inside the closest duct tape..you could get lost..you could get crashed..they might find a nigga off in the trash..you could get crossed..you could get found..they could find you off in the water drought.. or drowned ..thus is such a different sound ..Ihang wit niggas ..that's killers you just.can not come around. I pick the play of the ground..ran it right past them niggas..they some clowns..wit no circus..these niggas ain't got no purpose ..I said that on purpose..I start up the disco..these niggas so nervous..you start it I finished it ..I bring the service I swerve it's disturbing..I burn up ya burkins...rock Gucci an Louis buckles an Turkish..link wit the mink..give a fuck what you think..I go get money an leave these fools sleep..
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swimming wit a school of purana.. blow crystal smoke mab y some marajana..I don't trust nothing no I wait for the drama..everywhere I go I keep me a lama pop a a nigga knock off his antenna... they'll be no reception....l.a or atlanta. they'll only have a guess list. ..and your not included..you get secluded..so smile for the camera..fuck all of the motha fukcas..this ain't no photo shoot..I'm wearing bulletproof.. ready for battle...they shook up like baby rattles..it's really amusing but ..I don't have it..wish I could reach out and fukin grab it..lookin for shit..I ride low in the caddy..plus I'm pimpin white bitches way in the valle..this ain't no none since I hang wit the monster that's cold alcoholics but don't got no sponsors..don't do no meeting..don't shake no hands no grettings..they heathens ..but they don't snatch purses..they married to nurses. but you don't really wanna go and meet em.. entermission....a nigga I'm colder than a field of frigerators man..hay nigga I'm so cold if you look back you see a line off penguins following me man I'm tellin you a bitch linked my dick and her tongue got froze stuck on the mutha fuka..hay listen hear.....I'm getting back to..paper the money..president faces they don't look so funny.your probably out where it snow at ..you come out to Cali... your never gone go back ..No...shur get real in the field this is Jack brill..play wit that's brilliance and you could get killed...you could you could get mamed...you could be inside the closest duct tape..you could get lost..you could get crashed..they might find a nigga off in the trash..you could get crossed..you could get found..they could find you off in the water drought.. or drowned ..thus is such a different sound ..Ihang wit niggas ..that's killers you just.can not come around. I pick the play of the ground..ran it right past them niggas..they some clowns..wit no circus..these niggas ain't got no purpose ..I said that on purpose..I start up the disco..these niggas so nervous..you start it I finished it ..I bring the service I swerve it's disturbing..I burn up ya burkins...rock Gucci an Louis buckles an Turkish..link wit the mink..give a fuck what you think..I go get money an leave these fools sleep..