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I'm movin' like Oppenheimer
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace
Top shelf zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm
I have seen the Magna Carta, I've seen the Eye of Horus
I was flippin' bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type-1 civilization
This ♥♥♥♥ ain't nothin' to me, you stupid piece of ♥♥♥♥
Step the wrong way and you will perish
That ♥♥♥♥♥ feel like Biscoff butter
You think I care about this ♥♥♥♥?
Ask me if I care about this ♥♥♥♥, cause I don't give a ♥♥♥♥
If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a ♥♥♥♥, I'd be broke cause I don't give a ♥♥♥♥
My ♥♥♥♥♥ look like David Hasselhoff
I balled so hard they thought I was a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' nutsack
This ♥♥♥♥ ain't nothin' to me, man
I'll kill you, you stupid piece of ♥♥♥♥
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit
Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example
Y'all gotta stop playin' with me, man
I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids
I pushed the camel through the eye of a needle
This ♥♥♥♥ ain't nothin' to me, man
Tied the ops to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged 'em around the block for 24-hours
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him
I'm on them Georgetown Gеronimos
I'm on them Nashville nibblers
I lеft my Margielas in the Benz truck
I'll have to stunt on them next time
I don't give a ♥♥♥♥ if I go blind
I don't need to see the price tag anyways
I'm high on twelve Jason Bournes, lookin' to beat the ♥♥♥ out of a thick, fresh oak
We're smokin' filtered crack, you stupid piece of ♥♥♥♥
I'll ♥♥♥♥♥♥' kill you
Call that ♥♥♥♥♥ The Matrix because I'm in this ♥♥♥♥♥ and I can't get out
Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them
Slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him
I need more sequoia banshee boogers
Don't be shy, girl, I love me some pastrami mud flaps
I'm movin' like French Montana, "Hah?"
you & ur jit ♥♥♥♥