Back from the Dead

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Yeah, the baby blue coupe looks like baby food

My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool

You a typewriter, I'm the type to collect titles

Yeah, Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier

I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth

Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the state troops

I finessed the Jaguar, I candy coated my car

I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle

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If I had to take a L

Take it on the chin (mhm)

Lennox Lewis ting (bling)

All I do is win (bling)

Seattle for my bling (ice)

All you hear is 'shing'

Chicken wing swing

When I'm dancing with my ting

You think you're scary?

I'm dead already

My funeral was amazing

It was beautiful (sick)

Doves flying

Brothers blazing in the cubicles (s'matter?)

Fakes crying

Rest in peace

It's so delusional

But I know that's the usual

I'm back from the dead

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