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Yo me the ball fool
You fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this
Fuckin' 360 on pussy
I don't a fuck
I'll kick motherfucking ball over the fence
No on

I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of
I smell your baby mama's shit dungarees
Somebody get the kid a he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down me
The falcon flies back to the glove I whistle
try to put me in the box like a tissue
'Cause I push you in the box with a pink
Fuck around and have some ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint now son)
Uh, you ain't a like Gianni
I'm so like a Roy Wilker's T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm
Dog, I was born with vision
I learned quick I follow suit
'Cause the Devil put the pork inside the soup
Now I'm sittin' in first class with a dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, a life
I was made the beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking on the mosquito with a dope needle
Then they it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' a iron a visor on
Yeah, uh huh, ha ha ha
Yo, the videos are like a summer camp promo
Your lack of dope, woah

Yo, silk blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low a whip without shocks
I bag in flocks
Representative for official
Ya'll niggas live, so it's officially an issue
Water penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammerin' the hamper 'case a nigga try to me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, survival
the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, I'm New York before it turned a bike lane
Never had a light frame, spit the pipe
It was written but I it
Put religion right on my neck and I froze it
Laurenovitch,

3:36 in the
Location, a infested area, Brooklyn, New York
What am I doing? Standing on an corner
With a Latin individual, rows, foamposits
All sorts of a in his waste
But who are She only love me when I'm naked