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Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toast Dropkicks like Janetty off the ropes Mach 6 smoking heavy on the coast See me dip the law like vanilla in a cone Use caution cause if not, then you a goner Only talk business where we sitting in a sauna Ain't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the corner Rikers Island know the water so it's all water Shoes native, rock a husky as a headdress Mind's sick so we need to be on bedrest You're favourite niece give me head sex She's a squirter, so the bed's wet You're gonna have to lay the towel down Retard shit, class in the basement Free form jazz band, eat a pussy While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand Damn, the bitch like Mrs. Schroeder Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over "Oh but I don't even drink" Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll fuck her on the sink Red mink to the ankle mat lotioned Arch your back, slow motion Hold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheek Shorty dripping like a tunnel leak You know your whole team pussy like a muffin sheet Stay balanced like a runner's feet, it's me From Letras Mania