[Verse 1]
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[Verse 1]
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All I want to do is buy boots, ride coupe, hide loot
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Uh, flick chives in the soup
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Stick knives where you poop
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Backflips off the ledge, hang-glide off the roof
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Land on one leg, see me all up on the front page
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Holding a pump gauge, ready to dumb aim
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At your nuts, like the mouth of a whore
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Somersault Cadillac on the door
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I been gorgeous, good friends with the florist
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Transportin' work in the Sequoia
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Now the chandeliers inside the foyer, feet wrapped in snake
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The rug gotta hibernate, jacket tryna find a mate (sex)
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Choke a duck later on the plate (roasted)
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Snap my fingers for the waiter come and pour the grapes (toasted)
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What's the word baby? (slow motion)
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Only vision out my home window (all ocean)
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[Verse 2]
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[Suede cape?] shootin' ball at the park (swish)
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Thousand on the free throw, you just a weed blow
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I'm a full-grown human, half my leg covered in Ewings
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You know a pussy gettin' ruined to the point where it doesn't even work
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Taz and Bugs Bunny on the shirt
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Hop up in the Jag and skirt
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I'll show you how the magic work
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Take a bastard lay him down in dirt
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Aim at your apple with the archery
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Chef with the tweezers place the parsley for me
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Person in the travel car seat's a G
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I'm gettin' V while you home beatin' meat
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Can I sense I'm a stud
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Drink the blood of the snake
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Burn a fake at the stake
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Drinkin' grapes with the steak
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Make a cake for your wake
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Jamaican dancers on your face rockin' 8a¢æ©÷s
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Rare Chandeliers
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |