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(PAPA SLEEP)
I just raised the bar
Raid the mini bar
Playing your pity part
Better just cheat if you want a head start

Get whipped like a cuck on the street when you beg for attention
Skipped all your lessons went straight to detention
Dipped out the function got struck by your lust for ascension
All too familiar faking your figure malfunction in patience to blow up drunken off your wits for the whole month
Thinkin he worldstar
Dont know the word "art"
Flexing my nuclear weapons
I'm aiming straight for your intestines
Seven and seven now death is your present
I dont know why you just flexing

(Trifold Scully)
Disguise off that Good Life
Only get drunk in a wrist fight
Cream of the crops
You rest in the knots
Herd on that p*ss, don't fade in my box
1, 8 ,7 tell a yuppy bang up on a pager b*t*h
First up in my ladder, never second nature with it
Woke yuppies still resting on they death beds
Straight stepping on they souls, b*t*h I need some Pro-Keds
Bring your sauga to an end boy
Say bye, bye to your friends boy
Heard you act hard
You whipping the stick
You get in my sh*t
You get your a** whopped

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