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Chinga-di-check
I'm rocking loose fitted track pants
Bottoms suit the top it match
Don't chat slag you can have that
Bit of a jabbermouth
I'm probably anti when I'm mad ags
Models shouldn't gobble down
Act wrongly when around gang
Bounce up and down
Like the pounds in my Santan
Battery been flattened
Until I zanded the power bank
Amalgamation sounding
Countless hours around a rowdy ramp
Allowing a sour patch
And having an outlet to pattern and counteract
You clout clown
Who do you think you is
You isn't with the shits
Not even a little bit
Quit the bitching kid and witness this
Kill it till the decision definitive
Mrs did a spin of the only chick that I'm smitten with
Tripping hints of pickney with slinkies and pick n mix
Little pot to piss not rich my kin conditioned me to live
Until I'm dead again
I guess I could've went to bed
Instead of getting next to legless
In a regret with debt from breakfast
Never pressure pepper
Shed and best be catching
Med and light to heavy with the tekkers
Messi with the Henry Weston
Choose to puke but I might bend it like Beckham
And end up in a consequence
I never intend to offend 'em
I guess it is what it is what it is
Some piss in the wind
Some shit where they live like
I guess it is what it is
Some bit finger thumb
That will give others snitch to the pigs why
I guess it is what it is what it is
Some piss in the wind
Some shit where they live like
And some have sunk in the abyss
And I've been struggling to swim
Some think others slipped to the ditch
Yo I guess you didn't notice
How literal the globe spins
Digital home technophobe