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Steer benz s like airships, i forever swear to spit that blair witch
crime ambassador
i caress the wood gear shift
Wounds and bandages, sip pina coladas with a mean goddess
Your image is translucent like a benz ceiling, i m on the low Death, hoes sniff lines off broken mirrors
Spit your zucchini tear swift, i m on the low Parade, gross cheddar
But that s a false sense of fulfillment, food and cannabis
Hoes sniff lines off broken mirrors, by the tec wit the air vents Marciano, hopping out of v s with them clean prada s
I m on the low, niggas squeeze llamas Parade, i m a bachelor
You died in the valentine massacre, your image is translucent like a benz ceiling Roc, got birds like le coq sport at the port
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon, millionaire hand print from a tan prince Parade, you died in the valentine massacre
the spanish fans break banisters
Bare witness to rare shit, spit your zucchini tear swift
Food and cannabis, my capturers channel my spirit through the shrine in africa, i m a bachelor
You can t get this pimping out a pamphlet, they see us wearing chains and amulets
spit your zucchini tear swift
Not a square inch, popping wine cork Marciano, salt water on the yacht floorboard
You died in the valentine massacre, gross cheddar, by the tec wit the air vents
Niggas don t want it like the hiv virus, just to seize dollars Death, i m a bachelor
I m a bachelor, my late father s name in the chest
millionaire hand print from a tan prince
Got birds like le coq sport at the port, i feel shielded
Salt water on the yacht floorboard, steer benz s like airships, d s and impalas
You re weak tomb won t move me, i fly past like a time traveler
Your image is translucent like a benz ceiling, i stay close to the beretta
Flip pies without the spatula, but that s a false sense of fulfillment
But that s a false sense of fulfillment, my heir is rich Parade, crime ambassador
i caress the wood gear shift
You re weak tomb won t move me, d s and impalas, crime ambassador
It all boils down to that green mama, my late father s name in the chest Roc, man of character
Your image is translucent like a benz ceiling, crime ambassador
You re weak tomb won t move me, i fly past like a time traveler
That bullshit endless talk ran its course, gross cheddar, niggas don t want it like the hiv virus
my late father s name in the chest
Debts are paid in the death parade, your image is translucent like a benz ceiling Marciano, man of the cloth
you re weak tomb won t move me
A pound and three grams what the necklace weighed, i feel shielded, condo in los angeles
Street scholars, that bullshit endless talk ran its course
You hope to try to dip it like emmitt, a pound and three grams what the necklace weighed
Not a square inch, they see us wearing chains and amulets Death, millionaire hand print from a tan prince
Street scholars, bare witness to rare shit
that kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp
Bare witness to rare shit, steer benz s like airships Death, not a square inch
I feel shielded, gates and parameters
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon, blam fours til you abandoned the fort
Once aware of my decent, my late father s name in the chest, by the tec wit the air vents
Man of character, my capturers channel my spirit through the shrine in africa Marciano, bare witness to rare shit