Move coca cola no soda
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I'm smoking Potent Aroma
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Pull a loaded pistola and blow a hole in his shoulder
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Mo shoulders we call us I told her
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We showed that we bowed up my cultures culture
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Yo dodga is chocha we showin the chauffers the
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Rode to the coca we drovin the road but we
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Brokin the road as we blow in the motor
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They told us pull over we won't till we sober
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Patrone and coronas could only console us
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But no one control us you vultures now approach closure
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I've chosen to overthrow yas expose ya like I'm
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Supposed to you know the going is sober
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So low and behold the throne hold the who
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Hold the throne in the chocker till a dam
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Throne walk in a coma my toaster and my
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Holster slide closer you could die joker you
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Niggas is bi polar and I fuck with the dogs
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So we could get it on duke my nigga su woo
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Like a woo tang law suit sharp with the pen
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In the swore nigga pack a real boss can adapt
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Open the doors to the lac walk in the corner
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Store with a stack still rockin my shine while
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Yours getting yapped keep em off the leash
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Your jaw getting tapped cas if I saw sickem
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The dogs will attack hell no they don't live
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What they talk on them tracks them niggas is
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Done I stuck a fork in them racks pulled up
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On me with 4 4s in they laps full of ice grills I
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Made a war with the mac mad at me cas you
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See your girl is attached you stuck all stupid taken
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Them shorts for your cracks shorties a mule
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Homie she walks with my packs I dun sink
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That broad the bost in the back wall full of
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Plaques I get awards when I rap cas they applaud
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If it's pap and I stay with the desert like a cactus
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Homie it's on when I'm strapped try to run from
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Me I put some thorns In your back (wenkster yule)?
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Live what you talking your whack these niggas is
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Birds they wasn't born they was hatched.
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A Millie Freestyle
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| Papoose |
