[Verse 1: Juice]
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Overload and overgone
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Time to get this paper on
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Freddy Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli
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Or DMX and Belly
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I'm still smooth though
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Rick Rude ho, never played the full roll
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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, tell me what you wanna' do
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OG puffa, nigga I will not lose
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I toke a lot, I loke a lot
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With the Flocka, word up to Big papa
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You Craig & meg floppers
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I'm smokin' like a rasta
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New York diesel, get proper
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I'm cliche, but this is my forte
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Weed stay strapped and I'm packing like Green Bay
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I'm a giant, Andre rack alief
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I'm a monster, no Kanye required
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[Verse 2: Meech]
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Ready to die track 17 I'm suicidal
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Ran out of dutchie so we use the paper out the bible [x2]
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Smoking exotic piff, running an exotic bitch
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Eyes low, chronic spliff
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Pussy wet, watch it drip
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The high life I'm living
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It ain't sinning if you winning
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Everyday is haze blunts, scandalous women
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True tall, I spit the art
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Hutting money is my favourite 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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We too high up, you never ever reach us
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No bleach sex, I fuck her in the bleaches
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You know I 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, got real nigga features
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Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on ya reefer
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36 Chamber Flow
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Flatbush Zombies |