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Vinnie the chin, my mental was Genovese Prada kicks the same color as fettuccine He tried to test his loyalty like Adebisi Nothing in common with anyone who had it easy This motherfucker talking guns when he had a BB In the tomb of the vizier with Nefertiti We honorable like we Tuskegee Bear claws and a buckskin leather tipi The hollow tips burn slow like they're pepperoncini I'm [?] and the seven deities Make salat so my soul reset He unplugged so I let the modem connect Y'all got me confused like like I give a fuck What y'all consider being on the up I call beginner's luck You's a small fry, Webster Papadopoulos Everything from here on released from you is posthumous Yeah, the Gucci luggage is a rusty brown I need some fly shit to check into this dusty town I told you I don't fuck around I be in camoflouge gore-tex shorty in a lovely gown It's not a home if its occupants died He could take this fucking shot like his doctor prescribed How the fuck it's logic to him if his logic is lies With his miracle and Kabah and philosopher's eyes SongtexteMulberry silk is the favorite fabric Inshallah bring peace to the asiatic While your wife is a basic savage Your body transported on wheels like a baby carriage Disrespectful I will mush you in your face Because disrespecting you is how I put you in your place This ain't nothing new, everybody know you been a ho Fiends here looking for the butter like a dinner roll Aus Songtexte Mania