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im outside nocturnal wit it, i aint trying to get a double digit, whats your pick six im inside the house yeah i stay wit it, i aint trying get no bitches frigid, we just pick up sticks, im outside in the morning wit it, this shit lit live, now come and get it i heal the sick, and if they tell you i wasnt born wit it, tell em suck a dick, the game is fixed, the record mixed Based off analogy, the pology, is scuse me fatality, or turn to animality and beast the street, the heat deniro the cash on fleet, this a sweep the shit was cheap, get you found in a heap, now take a leap of faith nigga, dont think the clip get any bigger, plus this some different liqour, this a mix, spin you wit a twist, its a hit or miss, baker baker bake them pies help you reach the skies, pockets on 5 guys, choppas on church ties, look at them wet thighs, they salty like french fries, its lit live the girls im wit a hit from knee high, like scuse me but i need to get by, heaters everywhere like this was a retry, waiting for the pick up im too fly, hit you in top just for the look in your eye, people walk fast he pulled out that oh my, no need to ask if im high, im smoking on that groot nigha now bonkai, put your hands in the air im on one, who knocking at my door it must be another one, and till im done im cooling in the sun, now put that on honey bun, you cannot play with me but nigga im courtside, or probably on I-9, crossing them coke lines, mind on money money on .mine, i be over there stretching the nightime, half of the time im probably snacking on pork rinds, backseat on is that him right there, pockets on cashmere, shoes on oh dear, her as on hold there, and now im tripping fingers all in hair,