[Meech:]
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Huh huh
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What's the word
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He go first I go second he third
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What's the word What's the word
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Zombie gang in this bitch you heard
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He go first I go second he go third
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What's the word what's the word...
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[Juice:]
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Overload I'm over bump
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Time to get this paper huh
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Fetti mozzarelli, Modern day fonzerelli
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Or DMX in belly I'm still smooth though
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Rick rude ho never played the food row
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Psychedelic renegade higher than the other day
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Free your mind or get trapped in yesterday
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Eyes low huh so tell me what you wanna do
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OG puffer but nigga I will not lose
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I tok a lot I smoke a lot
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Where is the flacka
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Word up to big poppa
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You craig mack floppas
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I smoke him like a rasta
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New york diesel
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Get proper
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I'm cliche but this is my forte
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We stay strapped and I'm packing like green bay
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I'm a giant, Andre, rap goliath
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I'm a monster no kanye required
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[Meech:]
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Ready to die, I'm track 17 I'm suicidal
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Ran out of dutches so we used paper out the bible
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Smoking exotic piff with an exotic bitch
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Eyes low chronic spliff
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Pussy wet Watch it drip The high life I'm living
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It ain't sinning if you winning
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Everyday it's sour blunts
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Scaliness women true talk
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I spit the art
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Hunting money is my favorite sport
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I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought
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I need a bad bitch with Really good features
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Cause we too high up you never ever reach us
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Nose bleed sex I fuck her in the bleachers
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I know you like them chink Eyes thick thighs
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Shirley Temple weave hair look like curly fries
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Who needs a gimmick, I got real nigga features
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Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on the reefer
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Bitch!
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[Eric Arc Elliot:]
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The little leech Bleeding all in the sheets
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Mission complete hit it once in a week I'm so deep
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Creep on it nigga
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Sleep on it, I unleash carnage
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Told the weed to varnish
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My lungs at 21, still a buster
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Caramel or custard
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Creme brulee complexion
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Your the best I have ever seen you where everything
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My jealously was embarrassing
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That was 23
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24 is another war I am sore from
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Awesome Store fronts Sacks always law sarong
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Pardon all my boredom
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Come and lace my Jordan's
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Sure hun
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We can take you enjoyed sun
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Never seen it coming but
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She is blowing on my johnson
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Larks come
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Hash and weed inside the mixing jar
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Hit my repenter
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Sour diesel Out your bra
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Hit me with the text for the sex
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When I leave alone and I replie back
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All good just a week ago
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[Juice:]
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Meechy, Juciey we Trippe fuck a piss test
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What u know about that
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Hash or [?]
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Mix it up
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Got my brain on stuck
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I'm tripping up
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If you don't know
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Want more LSD on the drums
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Speak in tongues
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Got a freak in um
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What you know about this
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Can flipping be the shit
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500 Degrees in here
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Say burning the weed in here
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Fuck Mc's
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We high timing
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You little league smoking bush weed
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No comparing Noting the same
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Compare to the shit in my veins
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Or the shit I obtain
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Smoking that thing
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[?]
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Look at the time
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Until we get the vine
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Pitchfork's Selector
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Flatbush Zombies |