Pop pop pop pop
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Your crisis is my alarm
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Why I'm like shh stay calm
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You fight shit I ride upon
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My knife been drawn
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3-6-5 light of dawn
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Lit up rock you live under
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Ass backwards muthafucka features like hot butter
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Like your brothers your father and your sisters your mother
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Trend setter maximum third planet from the sun orbit my lungs
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Bulldozin cul de sacs ground under over every act
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Cut no slack no slack
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Pop pop pop pop
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No chance to throw I rush the mound
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Rage stormin off the chains remind me of rape house slave cock rings
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You're played out like talking
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Your cadence is sloppy
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Can't break me I got me
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You're grave stink I'm lofty
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You're lady like lolli
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Pop tramp on that jigaboo goddamn I'm so sick of you
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I despise that shit what I would never align me with
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Feel free to mime me but don't be saltine when I call you a biter bitch
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Pop pop pop pop
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Pop
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| Death Grips |
