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I hate you bigchase Stardust in my Glock, I keep that shit like a crusader I got Jojo in my leisure, I got the angels in my lair Uh, sipping ginger beer and tryna get my mind straight Joestar, that boy, bitch, I'm born for the cape Run my fingers through her coochie Boy, I like to play in water Sold cocaine when I was 15 Making plays and eating lobster, yeah Pacman coming, bitch, my lungs thirsty Uh, bitch, don't call me nigga You not black, you just Puerto Rican Drafting when it's offseason On the line like Steve Nash Coach, I need some PT Run the court, I feel like Reggie Evans On the block like Even Stevens Blackjack, baby, breaking even Pretty brown boy I bring my Panthers out for every season Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Head bop nigga G-Star shuffle, I'm like "Yeah, yeah" Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Head bop nigga G-Star shuffle, I'm like "Yeah, yeah" Stardust in my Glock, I keep that shit like a crusader I got Jojo in my leisure, I got the angels in my lair Uh, sipping ginger beer and tryna get my mind straight Joestar, that boy, bitch, I'm born for the cape
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