| Hello, my love, I heard a kiss from you
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| Red magic satin playing near, too
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| All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn’t shine
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| Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind
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| Posted up perpendicular, criminal curricular
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| Versatile, nah nigga’s style is similar
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| You know the signature, Louis V graffiti wear
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| Foolishly to believe niggas could see me here
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| Greek platters, sitting like how I eat matters
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| Sip so much Cris' I got a weak bladder
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| Speak dapper, dummies call me the deep rapper
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| Bitches bow and allow a nigga to beat faster
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| Breathe after I’m gone gracing the mic
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| Indeed it’s fashion and pawn, a day in the life
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| Been a beast since the octopus break beats
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| Way before the V-Twizzy came with the suede seats
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| Years before Nas verse released and his tape leaked
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| I was right there in Chesapeake like 8 deep for 80 weeks
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| Crazy Jeeps, candy coupes, a baby freak
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| Fornicating, fucking broads on the day we meet
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| From DC to VA Beach, down in NC
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| Fuck police, nigga, stay in the beef
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| Blaze and creep, analyze, display conceit
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| Sex sanitize, interchange the seats
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| I’m elite, niggas need to listen when I speak
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| I can lift you off your feet or position you to eat
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| Hello, my love, I heard a kiss from you
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| Red magic satin playing near, too
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| All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn’t shine
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| Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind
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| Closed caption, chose in rose rapping
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| Exposed to the cold, got a cloth and dove back in
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| From stove action to spitting the flow flashing
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| From dough stacking to having them hoes yapping
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| No rations, Rollies, I’m old fashioned
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| And more macking for doley homie, what’s happening?
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| In that 4 door, '84s on decor
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| More fly than the day before, for sure
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| Bonjour, blowing kisses at the pretty women
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| A connoisseur with the kicks and the crispy denim
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| Stay winning, puffing spliffs to the 5th dimension
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| Politicing from a pimp’s position, persistent
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| All wrist wear, water resistant
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| Get it clear, niggas auras' different, I’m all vintage
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| A crook off a verse and a hook
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| I’m in the books when it’s smooth as an inside jux
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| Hello, my love, I heard a kiss from you
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| Red magic satin playing near, too
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| All through the morning rain I gaze, the sun doesn’t shine
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| Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind |