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Dropping a Popped Locket
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Trippin'
I'm poppin my collar on this one.
Picked up the liquor but forgot the fucks to give.
I'm ill but I'm far from the suffering.
Want one with me you get a ton more Move ya damn feet.
You better run for it.
Taking shots.
No gun smoke My dreads blue.
The judge choked.
Yaaaaaaaa.
Peanut butter jelly bitch.
Expose these hoes like Peter Griffin's belly is.
Can't fuck up my day or my week and my Saturday's rad,
And my Sunday; its still got the cherry bitch.
Faded out eating some cookie crisp.
You faded out like Pepsi lemon twist.
Nah I ain't even tripping.
Nah.
I ain't even mad.
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools.
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools.
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
I ain't even tripping.
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Simple.
Shit you get into.
Bitch, I'm different.
Who?
You guessed it!
Gas pedal down.
Now Imma wreck this… Enemy energy remedies nothing,
It's Amityville in the melodies,
pumping and bumping And keeping you coming,
And that's something I can't even explain.
But my fans get me through days I couldn't see sun rays.
Drop you if you pop off, meet you like the drop off.
Big top, like a pair of '
D's, yeah, I parody but you knock offs.
Nah I ain't even tripping.
Nah.
I ain't even mad.
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools.
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools.
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
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