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Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, bitch how come you fallin Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, now you not my problem Young Alec Baldwin, call me John Marston Bitch talkin that shit I cause an accidental arson Gasoline bucket perched up, too precarious My bitch gon lie about it too cause she hilarious Whole family gettin paid, 35 maids Thirty rocks on your ankles when you swim up in the waves Ima make your life aquatic like Zissou, bitch Ta-ta, motherfucker, won't miss you bitch We filmin Rust, now I got a bloodlust I got my money, hush, do you think I give a fuck Glock got a dick, Ima have some fun with Jane Red October, Happy fucking Halloween Itchy trigger finger, whoopsie-daisy Final Fantasy, I leave your ghost in Mississippi Madness and malice, I'm in the loose Introducing you to Beetlejuice Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, bitch how come you fallin Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, now you not my problem Posted with some killas, smokin on that killa Industry Godzilla in the street with some gorillas From the Bay to South Atlanta, acres in Havana Bitch you know I got it on me, yeah I'm talkin bout my hammer Do the shit for Chinatown, I hit em with a 100 round Can't be sellin work no more, I gotta make my mama proud All I ever thought about is putting product out She wanna listen to Modest Mouse I'm tryna buy this Prada couch I-10, top down with a bunny, how I ran for 89, this the last 11 yards I gotta pour up at McDonald's in a bad ass Lamborghini Got a bad bitch next to me in a skimpy red bikini I ain't een got no time to flex Collection of jewelry like Frosted Flakes Deposit a million at the bank I'm tryna fuck on Tyra Banks Pocket full of racks make my pants sag I ain't gotta brag, my bitch real bad Half of my shit got a Givenchy tag If he talk back, I'ma hit em with a Mac Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, bitch how come you fallin Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver Accident, now you not my problem
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