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[00:00.69] Yo, yo, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
[00:04.97] We in this bitch again, baby
[00:07.18] Indiana Tony, the temple of gold
[00:08.68] Yeah, yo, Cazals on, surfin' through Art Basels
[00:11.93] Bengals on both arms, I made time travel
[00:14.13] In gold dimensions, my soul's suspension
[00:16.08] I cop ARs, fifth .9s at the pole convention, biatch
[00:18.96] Fake niggas gettin' frozed in the triage
[00:20.75] Stuff like 40 bricks in the doors of a Fiat
[00:23.17] Bullet holes still leavin' 'em dancin' in kiosk
[00:25.61] Bustin' out the window, hit three of his Mamma Mias
[00:28.17] Lookin' out my window (come on)
[00:30.58] Lookin' at the rain (let's go)
[00:32.86] Nothin' left but sorrow
[00:34.95] Nothin' left but pain (tell 'em)
[00:37.33] Why'd you go and leave me, sad, alone, and blue? (Watch out)
[00:42.04] Lookin' out my window, woman, tryin' to find you (you better duck, nigga)
[00:47.51] Why did you leave me? (Why?)
[00:49.58] Why did you grieve me? (Yo, Supreme Clientele, let's go), yeah, yo
[00:54.95] Shout-out to B-I-G, the D-A-double-D-Y K-A-N-E (uh)
[00:57.79] The T-O-N-E-Y, Starks need an Emmy
[01:00.04] Full clip, weight fall off like Jenny (uh)
[01:02.38] Good times, got it all in my jacket just like Lenny
[01:04.71] Abomination, razor raps and conservation (uh)
[01:07.37] You can get popped on in population
[01:09.36] Oxford in my Oxford, like four in the box (uh)
[01:11.57] If you see blood on the floor, just continue to mop
[01:13.63] Or get lumped on with bars, an Irish spring in a sock (uh)
[01:16.16] Boil blades and alcohol and burn with a chop (damn)
[01:18.24] See, yours guard the waters, release date, no pardons (uh)
[01:20.73] The Akhis growin' them beards like James Harden
[01:23.45] My crew be mobbin', I'm steady dartin'
[01:25.50] Couple pen joints'll get you a Newport carton (oh, shit)
[01:27.90] The voice of Marcus, Malcolm plus Martin (uh)
[01:30.01] See me and my team at the door, you let Starks in
[01:33.23] I'd like to tell you about the little girl (tell 'em, Joe)
[01:35.14] That left her soul alone and blue (uh-huh)
[01:37.80] Trouble is if I paint the picture too
[01:39.78] (Shall we go into this shit, buddy?) Well, you might fall in love with her too (lock in)
[01:43.07] Oh, she was about 5'6", a little bag of tricks
[01:47.15] My mama told me to watch myself, but I didn't listen
[01:50.61] 'Cause for you, I'd stretch out my arms, oh, baby
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