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[Verse 1:] Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate Parmesan crisp We wildin in marea Doing all the drugs off of pico and labrea Peace to kings English sticky green fingers Rock fast Polaroids bitches named dinga Cunnilingus [?] Hash between my butt cheeks [?] Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread Move cocaine out of Spokane I got no shame Split the propane relive you of your gold chain Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name Hazelnut spread Banana on your bread Treat you like a shark with the hammer on your head Mark neck sweaters I pack up on the threads Fat black leathers leave your body in the shutdown Peace to mother fucking Iceland Ron Simmons [Verse 2:] Damn, your fucking with a pro kid Letras de cancionesNo triple A I went straight up to the show kid You can cash me out and spend on the coast dick Don't ever say my music sound like ghost shit Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi [?] Sweaty Motherfucker shit the bread They crying in the corner while there shorty give me head Ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid Every summer? lake placid Dabbled in plastic don't ever babble or get blasted Bitches have to ask double dildos made of plastic Remain classic like all this flash inside the pan shit Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers never land bitch Kinda high never land bitch Damn From Letras Mania