The number one album in Bulgaria
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Somehow the mink bag flip on my back
I’m back whipping the Jag’ that’s pitch black
Shorty like the steak number, switch that
Long as she put the drug in the shit crack
Then hit the sink so she can rinse that
Plus the bone in the steak is like a dinosaur leg
Long removed from using phone books as abdominal plates
Paul Simon of the rhyme mad wizards with the nine
This ear wax got me flying, uh
Look in the mirror, see a lion
P-p-p-p-p-pull the trigger back to Zion
You lack some things I been designed with
Rock New Balance for alignment
You hate to see a motherfucker shining
So what’d you do today? I saw my sister
At the club getting money like bar mitzvahs
With long nails throwing bullets at the blitzers
Yo that’s enough, shut the fuck up, bitch, and twist this, please
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Six foot margaritas, tank tops, Bermuda shorts
Maury boogie boards, aqua socks and water sports
Beach bummers, permanent vacation summers
Ukulele strummers
Just doing my daily numbers like a quick pick
Ride the rhythm like a lazy drummer, word to baby brother
Cool lady lover, put loaves in the oven and make it supper
Camaro got the thruster
Jimmy Z wood panel wagons dash burn the rubber
Out the window flashing muscle, Don Ho, tiny bubble
Smash Brazilian box without the stubble, fly bundle, fancy
Table candy, all my bitches call me Randy
Stretched out in the sand with a band beat
Peace to the family
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