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stamina / health
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N.O.S on the beat, boy All of my stamina, you ain't my calibre I'm on the purple, I know what could damage ya She wear the Louis, she oft' in the nudy I move like a pro but I act like a amateur Know she a fan of me, N.O.S on the messenger I fold my back in, I stress like a referee I made a call now your crew is afraid of me I keep my secrets, my knowledge is salary I make it hourly, burn up my calories I touch abroad and I'm gone like an athlete Truest state, state, state Truest state, state, I feel amazing I'm over a hundred, I'm out of control Deuce's been killin' my stomach I'm zoned I'm drinking Hennessy on the patron I'm 'bouta bounce like my house ain't my home Who in the back? I can't see in the dark Weaving the way and soon it's in park I need a doctor, I'm deep in the cup, no I'm always writin' and stuck in the mud Sleep at the wheel and this sh*t out of luck Ice in the liquid, I'm shootin' a port C's on the buckle, I'm keeping it tuck Lightning in red and I'm driving as f**k I might drink a little, I know I been sippin' a little bit Show these cups are rip on my floor I'm too tall, I'm too- I need to think a little bit more Just the memories been hard There's no waking up, I can't fall asleep I'm sorry, please, just- Listen, please, just listen to me (Please, just) (Please, just listen) Please, just listen to me It not what you think it is (Woah) Usually the opposite (Usually the opposite) Grey goose, rad things You just takin' ownership (You just takin' own') I just bought a 911, drove it out the dealership I got a street pharmacist, graduate the scholarship Focus on yourself and f**k the hate, but still you fearin' it (Yeah) If you tryna feel me, I don't know you, I'm not hearin' it Let me place your order, stash it like a hoarder I was smoking overseas, you'd think I was a foreigner (Think I was a foreigner) Now you pop a C3, I was smoking good weed Hit me with the "Take these", man, I gotta break these Sh*t was too strong, I was too gone (Gone) Hit me with the heat, feel like I'm in Tucson All these people fake, needa move back to Croatia Layin' in the Motherland, roll up like a Southern land I just lay back, blow bags worth a hundred grand Yeah, potion got me flyin' through the ceiling fan Let me get loose, foot loose like a country fan Let me go again Let me run it back Let me blow a bag Countin' hundred bands And I'm lovin' it
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