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Whats a god to a king whats a nightmare to a dream whats a badbitch to a queen whats a drug dealer
 to dope feen always be aware of your aroundens poeple in the cess pool drowning
 maken a fool of yourself im straight up clowning use your inside vice no need to be loud
transforming myself family so proud old school watch call it the sundial
niggas in the streets running wild she love it when i hit her wit my doggy style a genius very intelligent
shady cat your business not legitimate surrounded by agents high value target
selling high price items into the  black market thats what you get
playing with fire ass got burn when is these dum niggas going to learn
respect is not giving its earned.


Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred
The concept is so absurd
It's a fools fatewithout your word
Your body's saying things i ain't never heard
While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt
You ain't heard it from me i'm a motherfucking verb
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard


 

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