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I'm not your normal of rap singer
In the building where the subtle scent of crack
Fiends off the foil
I only shit from out the soil
Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no
Barbecues get thrown EBT Cards
and sea, the air, 3 stars
Till gold plates get made on arrival
The Amarone got me like a gyro
Take the high road, seeds from Cairo
Aaron Rodgers style: I'm to take the title
Rock a Maz Dog every word is viral
To you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal

(Smoke motherfucking weed real quick, hold on
I'mma get to you in a minute)

"Darling, let me lay
Darling, let me lay
Darling let me lay you
my burning lips about you"

Dennis shit, china doll
Leave fur split, dig your pockets
Then kill your earth
if she's seven days away from giving birth
Ruthless, she'll catch you for leather and your purse
Lamb roasting wood-fire, extend the olive branch
Since the 90s I've rocking hundred-dollar pants
Fifty-dollar drugs in my sock
Put the to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top

'Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the
to put it in the pussy, slid it in the culo
Damn, that's the route
Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it out
Take a breath
Ancient knowledge like the up in the Nile
Alabaster in the kitchen cause I'm wyling
cop a chain that say you styling
Only of interest in the water made of Valens

"Darling, let me lay
Darling, let me lay
Darling let me lay you
Kiss my burning about you"

world that we living in
I smoke drug got the hint a cinnamon
My mind from the Absinthe
You can Flushing for my accent
So much than rapping
You fucking with the
Jeter
Salmon on the
You do the job, and then they calling a reliever
Me, Dennis
Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of
I'm 'bout that
Large stocks, a Glock, bomb box
beards, knee draped in sports drop
Loafer on the pedal
Extra heavy doggie my leg is made of metal
Often with the devil
Shapeshifter, shaking strange hands
Bronsolini than Maine clams
Making money day, it's been the motherfucking game plan
tan during the winter laid in beige sand