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    [Verse 1 - Flow]
    Ahh, pop another Percocet
    My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect
    Highway to heaven, bow, where the fuck your chauffeur at?
    These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
    I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition
    I don't write, I draw that pistol, make your face a composition
    So please walk away before we stomp your ass
    Everyday is Halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed
    The ones you think your friends is really your haters
    So just do me a favor and don't do me no favor
    All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple
    I put this together, I could've been a construction worker
    Niggas looking funny, but I'm just getting blunted
    And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money
    Well is a pig pussy pork? Do bears be shitting in the woods?
    And wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish?
    And my swagger super mean, but my bitches bad too
    And my flag bright red, but my lower tab blue, oop
    Isn't it ironic? I tell Tunechi pass the chronic
    Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson

    [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
    Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb
    Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
    Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips
    I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch
    Like poof, there go my roof
    Pow, there go my hammer
    Come around here stuntin', get Jack like O'Lantern
    Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches
    If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?
    Uh, pockets on nine months, I go dumb on dental dust
    Too many pills, too many blunts, two bitches named Such and Such
    It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up
    ‘Bout that life, my pockets fat like Jack Black
    If I go broke I'mma jack white's
    My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play
    Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case
    This is the magic show, but Tune ain't no trick hoe
    Fuck-niggas no crystals, it's me, Flow, D4
    Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon
    She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family
    The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
    Smoke fire, spit fire, puff the magic dragon

    [Outro - Lil Wayne]
    D4 hoe
    Future, fuck with me

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