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Designer outfitted My conscious it is all vintage Don't step on my Raf Simons I got designer artillery up in the distance Designer outfitted My
You should sell your soul Devil outfitted in the Christian Dior Damn they don’t make em like you no more Middle of Georgia it looks like a desert
Fly living yep and I fly Dripping in the outfitted stamp an outline Imma be Gone to the unknown (But I know) God in the center, I shine Yea there no
outfitted on the sleigh And Santa said Penguin Won't you be my ears and eyes How'd you like to help me run My SCFBI He's Penguin, James Penguin
on me They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah I'm on another level, get another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted I ain't
people smell good all the time There's no reason why What would he wear? Would he wear Tommy Hilfiger? Or prefer Urban Outfitted? I don't think so
all the time There's no reason why What would he wear? Would he wear Tommy Hilfiger? Or prefer Urban Outfitted? I don't think so Well, I bet he liked
fresh outfitted and my Benz got kitted Cause I get get did it and you did did didn't I admit it, I'm really 'bout to show you how I do If you know that
solar systems under rule of my gravity Watch me move some mountains while your lazy muscles atrophy I stay wit it. Got outfitted. Push my limits when I
It was time to feast Wrap some chains on those wheels And get that thing purring Outfitted in black A jacked up truck lurkin He still in there mixin
Andominous Rex Oh shit wait a minute Ima get fired in a day dream vivid Better get dressed so fresh outfitted With it Drippin with little bit of piddle Dribble
and cursed My lungs are burnt My guns are up and forward "brrt" In the hood them birds don't chirp Swat outfitted like they mercs They lock them all up in
Outfitted for leather straps I want the good weather back Rain falling, brain flooded, sky is black And it occurs to me Most certainly It might be
gone But we keep our babies strong, outfitted with fire arms Mighty long, fire arm larger than my fire arm Grew up in the slums smoking opium try
tell how she look naked Even though she outfitted Now you did it backing it up A regular brother be packing it up Better one tired you acting me girl
Outfitted in tutus The softest of pink A laugh bursts through my saliva webbed lips And tears fall like bombs in the sink Elephant patterns Your
can't see me rolling, the windows are tinted My fashion imprinted I'm feeling outfitted Whatever it is I feel I could get it
outfitted cause I'm pondering on these aliens Heard you found I'm chosen, what you said Tell 'em this No spinners I'm feeling like a Lone Star Killer
brag or boast wit it Abundant life I wanna help the most get it So I'm committed to be outfitted with Gospel truth so my life can transmit it It's my
outfitted Now I'm walking out with it, got these bitches outwitted Distracted, they can't help but notice And everything I do is a magnum opus This flow
it's always there You gotta know how to get it and gotta be aware Polo outfitted to my toes and when I do shows It's an all star affair Watch me young
just like you did Wasn’t outfitted rich and patek Looking your eyes I can see even deep Lovers and brokers breaking every week We love intensity all
outfitted I only fuck wit bad bitches that stay clean and about they're digits Bad bitch, freak hoes, foreign bitches starring in my freak show Bad bitches,
this bitch Tell the story on a Dre beat, ugh Let me just kick my feet up Usually Js Don't fuck with Adidas We done got the crew outfitted So your girls
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