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Purrfect

Nickatina
man you can picture my from the purple in the paper
get it popin 'cause its
put the in the player
pick the player grab the
platiunum pearl pistol
wake you up the mornin
you know just wut im
i eat spaghetti wit the prawns
and to buy anything that my eyes is on
i before im leaving wit the god of khan
the know me real well at the auto barn
my mercedez i wiffer past its bad
the man will hit you like a jab
thats im at
i give a gun to the hands of
so i can shoot out of endless
i sent you pictures of
its interlection of your
its something like a model car
you hit em

ill get em
fuck a world against me
so spittin my its like a real deal mc
nothing attatched ill be to the game
im life long wit it till they carry me
everything i say true so you wonder where the time
situate the studio time from all the
see my life i roll the dice fast
i cant even find time just to sit and raps
you livin like
man the i reverse the north
im sucked in by the storm
i can it like a man
break down the fan
you suckas hating the situation the

Nickatina
playboy im from the
man aka bay
we let our grow to our shouldas
polorola
and hit the freeway the rollas
man laughin wit a mouth full of
by the qouta i i told ya
its through the wire HBO
my vouge tires said the to go
man can you picture the
its a weapon a smith and wesson
you me do rappers go to heaven
is the question
i keep it cold just like
you split it down the like a fiddle me and sato
i like to walk wit facco 'cause she walks just a model
my life is like a love letter it in the bottle
baby bubba
i hit the streets just like its
weigh im bouts to roun up in my car and make you studder

uh you come on
yea top notch underdog challenger
to get by everyday of the calander
world wide
when im landed
rolling up tough blunts taste like
im the weddin crasher like the answer
been a g ima tell you put cash up
spittin like the last one im the rida
since the 4 the 1 the 5

-Andre
man the 4 the 1 the 5 uh
man ima driv-uh
cream pie-uh
baby yous a
i suck up in the
man the perfection
the third world chair numba 7
i was goin im wavy
the rap god me
and that day g
rock-a-bye