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Being so giggle is what i am not supposed
Dance to the rhythm in the middle of the floors
Shots of the words they be sailing down the boats
Open up doors,though,calling up ghosts
Thoughts of a lots that i lost and i doubt it
Should i ever care, man, should i ever think about it?
People in the past hi, see you soon or later
Now lemme fire up that stinky lil paper

Times i feel like wu-tang
Like theres nine inside of me
Put it in a song man can't you see
My demons sniffin coke inside of me

My neck now feeling like a noodle
Thirty bitches and the barracuda
Thirsty bitches with a fuckin poodle
They draw and i make a fuckin doodle

Warup

Sippin on a syrup
Hoes movin like damn turtles
Hoes movin like damn turtles
Sippin on syrup, yeah

Drink dat henney, boy, puff that gaz
Move that more, aye, talk that less
Poll that fuckin floor, bounce dat ass
Make that money, boy, blow it fast

All the non-believers i can tell you, can assure
Owly-independent- if dont get it, take a skrr (get the fuck out)
Yo estoy conmigo - fuck the gramma, catch the point
What i really figured: кто остался - тот с тобой

Warup