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I got the 55 on the 55, man 100 miles on the 100 miles, man We can fly, baby, we can fly, man On my side, on my, on my side, man 55 on the 55, man 100 miles on the 100 miles, man We can fly, baby, we can fly, man On my side, on my, on my side, man Got a couple lost girls in my basement Got a couple gold chains in my base, uh So what I'm saying, dough is what I'm on Don't make sense if I don't make none I got suede on my tongue Won't lift the chain if the back ain't dumb Granddaddy James is were I got the chain from Dada, show you what the flames on See, I'm not doing 55 on the 55 I'm not doing 100 miles on the 100 miles I ain't dabbling in funny times so let's get in tight Promise if you get it right, baby, we could fly Put you in a Mustang, baby, you could drive Put you in a white range, could do what you like Skin soaked and bathed, the coating sublime I just, treat the fur so it's nice I just keep the suede so the chance, pay me Don't wanna fade, so I keep dust near me Scuffs piled, runnin' for the two-tone child I been keepin' diamonds in my crotch lately, uh Boy with the Biro scum Ink laced on the tip of the biro dance Keep the chamber filled with potent stuff Suede jaw, run it for me, baby Please, don't stop, uh Got a couple lost girls in my basement Got a couple gold chains in my base, uh So what I'm saying, dough is what I'm on Don't make sense if I don't make none I got suede on my tongue Won't lift the chain if the back ain't dumb Granddaddy James is were I got the chain from Dada, show you what the flames on
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