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Hey, doctor
Uh-huh, it’s me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you already know
I smell danger
And to that [?] aroma, doggy dog, I’m no stranger
The seude will strangle you
Gold hoop earring with the motherfuckin’ lightning bolt dangle
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[?] at the top of the boat, Kurt Angle
Show up to the motherfuckin’ award show, no doors on the Wrangler
Life is a game, when I wake up I hear Sega
Uptown dancing to omega
It’s Baklava the savior
Silver bullet cocked inside the chamber
[?] with the laser
Bitch, I fold and stretch you with black belt leather [?]
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty degree spins in rentals
Under the cranberry club we flee in the tunnel
Bitch, I swing that big lumber
Yeah, I’m out here doing numbers, bitch
I been here for fourteen summers
Christian McCaffrey with the running
Jump in the taxi, gun in the stomach
Another “Who done it?”
It’s just those city boy blues with Miles on the trumpet
I’m [?]
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