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| [Shawn Wigs]
Verbal classic, watch me peel ya wig past your shoulders Tie ya legs to bricks, like mafia soldiers Mash your potatoes, dart me to a poke, like O.J. Ya'll pancake niggas can't smoke up an oh-say Iron lungs blowin 'em out, burning the kush How the fuck did Ghost not get a Grammy off "Tush"? Fuck the game, I'm about to cup-a-soup it Got hard with the team, it's a Theodore movement We green beret soldiers of death, straight road rats Throwbacks, even if the money's in small stacks I dart, cuz my heart got, too much to hold And my mind got thoughts for your body and soul |
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