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In seclusion

I pin up piff

In the land cruiser

Tan like I been to cuba

Keys is white like sand in aruba

Exude confidence

From my view of the metropolis

I fed flakes to my tropical fish

Pull the top off the six

Like Badu wig

I’m no push over

I push a Rover

You push a

Puma like a foot sodier

I put dog like

I push cola

And cock the pistola

Hands inside the isotoners

Spend the night with a dice roller

You pray your ice gets returned

To its rightful owner

Rifles in the trunk of the caddy

We dump you in the swamps

Somewhere down in miami

My brush stroke the canvas

You caught in a gambit

And pimp slapped open handed

I demanded

For the operation to be expanded

Be a standard

Gee our ran was enchanted

Tool belt wearing

I’m a mechanic

Bad bitch swinging in the hammock

I took a dip in the

Atlantic And bit the salmon

Its slamming

Come on hit me

I sit up in the four fifty

Shifty This is raw nigga history

A slick pimp might resort to trickery

Bitches dig me

Your money fall short like a pygmy

Waves flow like the

Mississippi

Guns longer than the wig on a hippy

On the hip keep the blicky

Petite wiz opposite of

Missy Depict me as super witty

My shank might remove her titty

I jumped off the heel of my achilles

This is light work to me

Turn a knife if your kidney

I pray Allah might forgive me

Now who could see me

Musically

I’m with the kundalini

I easily scoop your

Nefertiti

I bump the

CD In the green

Lamborghini

Demonstrator

In linen and gator

Slick tongue like a litigator

Facilitator

Decision maker

My inner layers

Is the himalayas

Bridget is impressed by the days

Yellow gold and terry cloth robes

The Wardrobe

That made hoes come in droves

With less clothes and the flesh exposed

In a Lexus we drove through infested roads

Pellets are thrown into flesh and bone

Your name get carved into headstones slow

Gangster cadance

My space is shaded

The heat is nickel plated

Assets is liquidated

What I’m conveying

Isn’t easily articulated

Roll solo

Like the Marcsberg photo

Earth from

Acapulco We hit that

Flat screen cinemax promo

Benz logo

Black RLX polo

Your tongues knotted up like soto

But on the low tho