The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
He wishes he had a pair of wings
Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there
In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear
A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise
No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
They at the same spot they making no progress
You have been begging for a pair of 110s
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
But underneath this hat was some hair and a pair of horns
But most of all mines broken first
Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world
But peroxide's in my routes its shady that i've forgot my fucking roots
I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops
In a pair of acid wasted
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
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