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    My face shining, looking like some salmon skin
    All twelve Reggie Hammond, holding hammers him
    Never speak, he like that short silent type
    I'm in the mountains shovin' knives, drinking wine at night
    Rose petals get thrown to the feet
    Know we grow knee
    'cause even in this rap don't work
    we got stones in the street
    Go down in Tallahassee, work and come home in a week
    See me stoned in a Jeep with the chrome on the feet
    Leather overalls, shirtless like I'm Kells in the street
    Posing for flicks, leaning on an English whip
    With the float ware straight from the aquarium
    My bitch built like secretariat, yeah, bring the chariot
    I fuck the pussy, not marry it
    world on my shoulders, dougie, I carry it
    I'm more than happy with my bitch, she got no saggy tits
    I'll do it old school style and give her baggy dick

    Rock, rock, very
    Slow, slow, steady
    Base, base, heavy
    Drum, drums, ready

    They talk in cents, diamonds in our tooths and dinner (ice)
    Rap game Burt Reynolds in a candy canteloupe car rental
    I'm in the trash compactor, black shades like famous actor
    Bank account doin' gymnastics, flip
    40 cal. in the Razorback starter jacket (Arkansas)
    I switch up like south paw, frozen teeth look like tiger claws
    Look like a penguin massaged my upper gums a
    nd lower jaws (igloos)
    My wedding gifts consists of Versace blenders
    ice out contenders, didn't mean to offend you
    When I pull up the, in the candy leather
    Flush out the system with niacin, 40 lines of the Vicodin
    Still childish and violent, with appetite for violins
    Disappearing act like Sister, Sister
    Lost the biscuits, city slickers, rap game Billy Crystal

    Pass our nuts, shit, ain't no courtesy flush
    Fuck black bitches till they bruise, white hoes till they flush
    Fuck pretty bitches in their face, thick hoes in their butts
    Bumping mace
    sipping more lean with goldie
    Sweaty minks in the summer like it's snowing
    Pummel all opponents turn gold if I concentrate
    Scrape the plate rap for my team, bought a cheese greater
    Eggplant, parmesan
    with seen him do a pushup on the back of his head
    Acting like I'm certified, niggas get nervous
    when I'm walking
    Nudge each other and whisper that's him
    Y'all niggas, cooch, pussies
    I'mma cool off his noose on the loose sipping hooch
    Flow's out the colon, Tyb chosen
    bust it wide open with my staff like Moses

    Bounce to the left, shake it to the right
    Now pop it up once, we gon' dance tonight

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