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Look You can check the ices on my wrist's And my eyes & the iris's When i'm eyeing, I mean spying to decided if I kick it Should I flip it? Or should my hands stay here, right on the mistress Of the bitch, I don't call bitches But she loves it when I hit it out the park And take a trip right to her part That makes you feel like, when you start i'll help you finish This the part right, when I kiss it? Do you feel me? yeah, she feel it When that arch right over hill's Popping pillses, I mean pills to help me chill a better chilling Now i'm cooler than the wind, when it be blowing like a finning I mean fanning, Ventiliton; Ventalation* I be grilling in the summer Fuck the pigs, I don't eat bacon Mash-Allah-Salam-Alaykim And to Allah, arabs thank him What am I talking about? I don't even know Allahu Akbar Look Riding in a 'lac Got it out the back I be on the east coast, that's where it's at Bitches on my phone, bitches on my sack Bitch just want a bone, bitch go eat a snack I be on my own, I be on my own Is there any room? is there no on home? I be all alone, I be all alone I got different flows, I got different tones Niggas like some clones I'm bad to the bone I can cook a meal, I can write a song I can buy a home, rap it off the dome My heart full of chrome, my heart turned to stone Did you find some peace? do you wanna roll? She don't even smoke, but she brought the coal Do you sip the Mo'? Can you hit the dro? Are you having fun? I just wanna know Can you see my black? Do you like the flow? Do you like the track? Do you want some more? Yo nigga called you back & now she gotta go Her nigga called her back & shawty hit the ghost