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[Verse 1:] Yeah my sole purpose Long hair speak Turkish Twisted sisters out like the universe soul circus About to cop the crib furnished Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace [?] fromage Big plate look like a lobster collage I'm on the art and the food scene Fuck rap laying back eating poutine Matter of fact couple rats make a cool bling While you see me in the shorts all weather Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk Rockaway smelling like Georgie Ready for orgies slightly retarded [?] 20 seconds dead in the forty There's money to be gotten [?] from the rotton Scotch make it neat no socks on the feet When I'm stepping the loafer Creamy like the [?] Guaranteed I'm getting box like a no controller Baby momma catching cases High speed chases Fiends rocking the id bracelets Letras de cancionesYou only live once so fuck if I'm a waste it I'm in France stepping on grapes you can taste it Yeah make cheese like the fromagia Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye Keep the dodge I want the 87 [?] gray [Verse 2:] Stuff a shorty like the [?] Light tan on the shoe like banana nut Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt No attempt to disrespect but my grandma blunt But I'm known to eat expensive lunches From the [?] to the table Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate Figs at the peak of their ripeness Money off this money motherfucker I like this So cut the check [Verse 3:] Hey yo the kush get flipped to a swan origami Floating in the water North of north Dakota Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection Pussy like a leather jacket Been to hell and back They tried to sell me back but they couldn't Hookers by the hold chilling with dr.goodin Top is up for grabs so why wouldn't Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt From Letras Mania