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(Damjonboi) Yeah, you get a couple tokens for the body, hit the head, shit, that's a bonus Catching bricks like Valančiūnas, clerk remember me as Jonas Tryna catch my focus, mixing potions, shit like hocus-pocus Blowing out some periwinkle smoke, you'd think I rolled a lotus East to west, we scoring on that road, might catch us coast-to-coasting Shit, I'm talking bogus, never could I cuff, you hoes atrocious Cuddy dropped a 50 on they block, that's a career-high Tolerance ridiculous, dropped a five and they near-high Eyes wide open, I ain't nod yet Seven bitches in the room, they finna have a contest Like, who can make my knees lock? I been on the Quagen diet, think I need to detox, think I need a clean pop More 'bows than a cabinet, this is not the weed spot Off the shrooms out in Pacifica, I'm with the tree tops Reach for my jewels? I'm on his head like a yamaka I be with the terrorists, he play, might send a bomb at him You don't got a dollar took, never send a shot at us Why the opps playing enough pape' to get they mamas fucked? Y'all could step into a sauna, still wouldn't be hot as us Yamamotos like a calzone, shit, the pockets stuffed Experimented with the pop, now it's a test subject Made your BM walk the interstate, ain't get the neck up yet Underwater, I can see clear, I don't use goggles Trif'-ass boy been eating runners since the blue waffles Foreigns with the fur, I'm in the UFO like Chewbacca Brain-damaged, hit an opp up top, he can't chew pasta Had a petty-ass Sprite, now it's thick as Ice Spice When it's time to gamble up in life, can't roll the dice twice If the price right, hop up on a same-night flight Doggy finished, PVP his life highlight Finna pull my hair out, this worker fucked the load up I can fuck the stove up, but I be punching phones up Tried to touch the M off scams but the rap responsible Shit, I'm tryna make it to the top past the obstacles Stay away from these lil' sluts, they just be problematic Two-face, two-face, doggy got some Gotham tactics Pulled up on the plug, was looking like we shopped at NASA If it really get like that, I'll pay it to my top assassin Fuck DND, phone on airplane mode Five chains on my neck, but I'll wear eight more I been jumping shitty since the Fairlane days ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia Had a petty-ass sprite, now it's thick as Ice Spice Had a petty-ass sprite, now it's thick as Ice Spice When it's time to gamble up in life, can't roll the dice twice ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, bitch
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