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Featuring Smoke DZA, The Kid Daytona Prod by The Quartermaine (Verse) Live save a ringless, sky scrapper to you midgets A pinch right niggerin, I’m takin all opinions Major of independence, quit layin up with the women You seein now law and now pop bars in Venice Breaker now flow up, belt made from boa Shit it don’t sound amazed, you try to haze diploma Revelate with toes up, from a page I wrote up Spit it on stage and get them hands to go up Tell yo bitch to dome us, indoor stadium Her face is in my crotch and mouth, my C’s baver then Neighbors in the caller, no logos On my hoes eatin pussy, never no homo Gazed out has put me on alloisia the aroma 20000$ sweater, whoever shit to tell you Daytona, go to skank, just rub tips Fuck bitches like for a livin I touch rims (Verse) Right, I ain’t gonna hold you up, I’m a low junkie I done shop at every rugby in the whole country Put posers on front street RL to my undies Letras de cancionesOne deep stuntin on crews Bucket load like I’m on a cruise Maybe somewhere on the middle of the Mediterranean sippin booze Real ride labels lookin smooth Smooth operator, grind with the bullshit Dudes you’re a hater Go on with the job shit, live shit, who got dough? ‘Cause broke niggas shouldn’t chop like so I’m a made man, get it on the go No limit, Kurt Hennick with the flow Me and Peter on the Cheeba Front row, Rob versus Cena From Letras Mania