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Purrfect

Nickatina
man you can picture my from the purple in the paper
get it 'cause its poppin
put the pimpin in the
pick the player the photographer
platiunum pistol packa
wake you up the after
you just wut im after
i eat wit the tiger prawns
and like to buy anything my eyes is on
i politic before im wit the god of khan
the ladies know me real 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 of time
so i can shoot out of endless
i you pictures of perfection
its interlection of your
its like a model car collection
you hit em

ill get em
fuck a their against me
so spittin my its like a real deal mc
attatched ill be married to the game
im life long wit it till carry me away
i say true so you wonder where the time went
situate the time from all the grindin
see my flash i roll the dice fast
i even find time just to sit and write raps
you livin that
man the scratch i the north
im sucked in by the perfect
i can take it a man
break down the fan
you suckas hating the the hands

Nickatina
playboy im the filmoe
man aka bay
we let our hair to our shouldas
pictur
and hit the from the rollas
man laughin wit a mouth full of
by the qouta i i told ya
its the wire like HBO
my vouge said the rest to go
man can you picture the
its like a weapon a smith and
you me do rappers go to heaven
is the question
i keep it just like mavato
you split it down the middle like a 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
your baby
i hit the streets like its rubber
dont im bouts to roun up in my car and make you studder

uh you know on
yea top caliber underdog challenger
manage to get by everyday of the
world traveler
pray im landed
rolling up tough taste like candy
im the weddin drive like the answer
been over a g ima you put cash up
spittin like the last one im the summer
ever the 4 the 1 the 5

-Andre
man the 4 the 1 the 5 uh
man ima fast
banna cream
yous a lie-uh
i suck up in the
man the perfection
the third filmoe chair numba 7
i was goin like im
the rap god me
and after day g
rock-a-bye