Heavy powder nigga yeah,
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Hottest nigga coming out my city, yeah, New York
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Got this pyrex spinning in my kitchen yeah
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Whippin extras got my necklace holdin frigid air
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Hell is hot, god is not, you can see it stare
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Don’t get shot, tryina plot, I will leave you there
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Doa, me no play and I never will
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Pussy niggas so delighters but they never kill
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I’m talking bout kilos, uncut, fish scale, that pedico
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Got a guatemalan plug with mexico
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Cartel ties tighter than virgin hoes
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I ain’t hit Columbia, cause my homie had a cheaper down in Panama
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Got deported from here went down set up shop
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Now it’s 35 hunned for a pure block
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Yeah I got it for the low maine, louder
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A lot of weight cocaine, louder
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I rock it under low flame, powder
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I can make cocaine, yeah.
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Colombia (Keymix)
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