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Mother of Pearls
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V Don
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Yo, yo Uh Yo, yo Big truck like the fall guy Ball like Paul I Butter poached wall eye More n***as more die More b*t*hes, the more f**king Three birds, no turducken I ain't ducking nothing Not for nothing, nonetheless Three piece suits, double breasted Silk lining, fitted vest Yes, busting bottles with some models in Cabo I'm busy You at the hood bars tryna squabble Until a bullet hit ya avocado guacamole Then I slide like a trombone, don't run up on me Phony is as phony, does you gotta show me f**k a buzz longevity, my testimony (I play forŠµver) Consistent, my n***as focused, no rŠµcidivism Nevertheless, you can still become a shooting victim I shoot the sh*t with shooters Fraternising with philanthropists, donate computers Room service twice a day at the Derick, you derelicts Degenerate b*st*rds, I'm at the Masjid speaking Arabic Never bicker with the bitter life is but a dream Bittersweet sing along, a real n***a theme Let them bleed a little Keep them alive until we acquit 'em They'll have our hands full soon as they see a fistful I saw them changed soon as I should've waited but it came too fast I'll die poor before I praise who has How many times I gotta tell you, soon as they too pass They'll forget you, but only love who makes you laugh 'Till the moment you gotta do everything and you can't do nothing Then maybe, nothing Just maybe you feel me buzzin' Then maybe, maybe Just maybe you fell me buzzin' Yeah They waited until the iron got hot I got it hot striking Look at OG now, I wanted to be a lot like him Met homie last week and they just smoked him I ain't never met a hunter who died hiking Killing for a meal Asked me why am I standing up I told him the prayers bigger than the kneel What good are head shots if you don't shed him on his heel Quantity over quality, Pippen or Shaquille From forefathers to young and having like four fathers Learned it all from my porch Hit whore mama ain't clean up yet and she a jaw dropper Ball hopper, she'll never get the lobster Get it together Soon you'll be able to get it together Let them bleed a little Keep them alive until we acquit 'em It's above me now, it's karma hit him I saw him change soon as revolving doors rotate too fast Revolvers, we taking from who has How many times I gotta tell you, soon as they too pass They'll forget you, it's only legacies that last 'Till the moment you gotta do everything and you can't do nothing to me Just maybe you feel me cuzzin'
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