Xerox Glocks

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]
Kingpin, Tarantino scenes, quarantine beams
I had C.R.E.A.M dreams of catholean smokescreen deem, stacking Yao Ming’s
Money bets, niggas think I’m wylin’
My release date is like wine tasters, Catalina skyscrapers
I’m ill, I know how it feel to do God a favor, star lasers
Shorty say “Paul, you major!”
I say “shorty, you need to work on your A-cups”
I lay flush against my bitch butt
That’s a pillow of love
She look like Stacy from More Money, it's bugged
She caught a case pushing bud
California scarlet, strawberry alcohol lips
I pulled back skin off a pig

[Verse 2]

[Verse 3]