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Beach boy bonanza, sun rise, get up Surfin' on the curb for inception of a set up Planet of black granite, halos above it The autopsy can't top me, beloved Dissect survival, passed on the whisper Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the Boys who shot joy inside the violent Hell from New York with a mars inside it This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?) They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby) I rivet like run, the squint in the sun I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than the barn A PH balance said I walk the phenom Like typo, might go, dope in the stacks Crooked counterfeits (we keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (straight cash) Cash, cash You're a peanut with a cashew From Letras Mania