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I’m just feeling waves Been around plenty of seas Spare her a box What she looking for under the Gs Tryna manage, I handle debris The other side, speaking it to me To the long fall, Princess Peach Where to start on who we’d rather be And as I become the attacking Your words get regarded, it’ll sit If I’m matching how much you combating, the dying make soul to a bitch Easy vulnerabilities, all I sold to the bitch Get left, let the funny breathe Your layer got strings on my type of hit Fingers do damage the palm gets identified with Know your worth, follow bills lane Catch me round people too busy Free reps with the knowledge Knees bent in the Mulsanne I be telling her much She the pimp’s main All she get is my rib change Cause no one spin the pink game Glad I’ll do dollars for the king shame Know a lame brain cause my standards on the god plane What I’m feeding her a cod plate Playing doom Know that she an adder off a glitch frame Nintendo I’m a switch main Fast as him, see a lion when I’m working off Goliath Frank Ocean feeling blue before Biden Hi again, though now I skywalk in a different spot Knuckleheads, leviathan punks got a different shot Never now, hike press dividing Something off but my capture got to styling You lack, though I’m pushing through denial Lost control, wouldn’t be without a rival Keys need lube, though my chamber loose Scrooge McDuck, whole kitten caboodle Majin Buu make the goo more useful Expertise make the future usual One Piece poodle screwed the pooch I’ll be damned if I’m in her cooch Get to working Got time though it’s going out of style Rest In Peace know I’m tryna get a Virgil bio I’m the Ken to her Kaio Bees working with a pie hole Army of my idols I’m just feeling waves Been around plenty of seas Spare her a box What she looking for under the Gs Tryna manage, I handle debris The other side, speaking it to me To the long fall, Princess Peach Where to start on who we’d rather be As I become the attacking Your words get regarded, it’ll sit If I’m matching how much you combating, the dying make soul to a bitch Easy vulnerabilities, all I sold to the bitch Get left, let the funny breathe Your layer got strings on my type of hit
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