What It Look Like

He was out of words…exactly what's the problem is

It took me likea like quiet boost a little piece of

candy from your favorite neighborhood corner store

sugar, soda shorty, we, heavy breaded to carry a bare

soul saved they didn't have the thing to do it. Can't

balm me cause you look can't name me cause you shook.

Took over some whip protect state and you can't walk

fucker now I mean walk makes you look like your white

in a Harlem shacking contest. I hone this to find this

so close to find' this fuck very I'll mannered don't

start with spank.

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what it look like tell me what it is.

Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be

I'm more than more than less

Oh ease up mother fucker take a breath, what will it be

now, now suggest you take a rest

Can't say what I will or won't do it's just the hate

that you'll might want to stay on your toes to

Secure a valvoof a scope as you concisely new to assume

why you want to see the feeling and music. My past is a

broken sham and dust but my guts don't even believe me.

She don't even believe me it's like a you can't see me.

I got a whole nother study that I'm constantly feeling

nothing much that's to ever to such touch, such so much

to clean nuttun but butt nigga I'm really touched.

What was I drinkin?

What was he thinking?

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tell me what it is, tell me with it. I'm sick wit it I

stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get

wit it.

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fantastic extremes fall victim to the stank tank M16,

sound shot fix fit crease grease they clean

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what it look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it

look like tell me what it is, Tell me what it look like

tell me what it is, tell me with it. I'm sick wit it I

stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get

wit it.

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me what it look like tell me what it is, tell me with

it. I'm sick wit it I stick wit it and in the end all

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wit wit wit wit wit wit wit wit. I'm sick wit it I

stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna get

wit it. I'm sick wit it

I stick wit it and in the end all these niggas gonna

get wit it