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Cyn Santana with the dog filter's honey
That's food for the sharks, shit, 'cus chummy
You big dummy, we tricked her
the Crab Louie, andouille and Celery Victor
Catch my side in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in some Busenitz
Own the and we got tenants
he copped a fleet of homes
Right to Rashida Jones
To is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone
We eat alone and make a toast to
Slurping bivalves of the coast variety
The diet be, whatever we be keen to bake
rock salt topped with Tajima steak
Waiting 'til its
You a day late, shit, the namesake

And it boils, and it really takes not a lot of people
Who have uh in their area but
teamwork

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A-yo I roll up, Nissan color of puke
Niggas your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty baking apple pie
A big known to lap it up and leave a numb thigh
Push the Hyundai, high yella, she buys
And recently got her prescription filled for the
Nah, just Leave your the way it is
Your wattles ain't hanging as low as they say it is
Ok it is, couldn't tell you what day it is or it is
But If Dopp Hopp was a it'd be an IPA
Got a wipey and tray for the fetish
Is you changing my bae?
Aye, It's like the words to a certain
We steady mobbing 'til the day that the drawn
My Word is born shorty bobbing and strong
Four in the morn when my nigga Robin is on
We