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Cyn Santana with the dog everything honey
That's food for the sharks, shit, everything's chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we her
Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Victor
Catch my good in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in some Dennis
Own the and we got tenants
Shit he copped a fleet of
Right to Rashida Jones
To each is own, mac or Velveeta prone
We eat and make a toast to sobriety
Slurping bivalves of the east variety
The diet be, whatever we might be keen to
Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima
'til its daybreak
You a day late, shit, the namesake

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

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A-yo I roll up, Nissan color of puke
Niggas that mother rebuke, smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty apple crumb pie
A big momma known to lap it up and leave a numb
Push the Hyundai, yella, she buys Stella's
And recently got her filled for the Kybella
Nah, just your jowl 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 Hopp was a beer it'd be an IPA
Got a and tray for the ABDL fetish
Is you changing my diapy
Aye, It's like the to a certain song
We steady mobbing 'til the day the curtains drawn
My Word is born bobbing and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my nigga Lundberg is on
We