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Cyn Santana with the dog filter's honey
That's food for the sharks, shit, 'cus chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we her
Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Celery
Catch my good in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in Dennis Busenitz
Own the building and we got
Shit he copped a of homes
Right next to Jones
To each is own, Kraft mac or prone
We eat alone and make a to sobriety
Slurping bivalves of the coast variety
The diet be, whatever we be keen to bake
Himalayan rock salt with Tajima steak
Waiting its daybreak
You a day late, shit, the namesake

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

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A-yo I roll up, Juke color of puke
that your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty apple crumb pie
A big momma known to lap it up and leave a numb
the Hyundai, high yella, she buys Stella's
And recently got her prescription filled for the
Nah, just your jowl the way it is
Your wattles ain't half 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 beer be an IPA
Got a wipey and tray for the fetish
Is you changing my diapy
Aye, like the words to a certain song
We steady mobbing 'til the day that the drawn
My Word is born shorty and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my nigga Robin is on
We