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Yea alright y'all already know what it ain't right 1.5s and Crystal Flutes shit Cha Ching Was thinking vinyl when Rel was talking NFT Telling me think outside the box Mind you this conversation was in a parked Caprice Art appreciated let your sins release Third generation from slavery, anybody need a key Classic man fresh silk bow ties Collected profits from those substances, but they pay tithes Kept some blessings on them chirren Cancel culture we not hearing Mind won't turn no power steering This two step gone save me every time This for the night you and your dead homie had epic times Downtown with the Diddy bop Going ham letting the bottles pop Pop had a habit I was born dope Engineered out the kitchen whipped a couple quotes, damn And this that make love in the wine cellar And let her know she loved if nobody ain't tell her Tap dancing on the orange moon beneath the purple rain Hell of a year looking back cheers to how far we came Yea we done lost some soldiers in the field Pour out some liquor release tears Tap dancing on the orange moon beneath the purple rain Hell of a year looking back cheers to how far we came My nephew had a baby, so the name carried My dawg found love and they just got married 16 ain't enough like Ross and Dre, fuck a mixtape I wrote a book running through bottles of chardonnay Da Ancient Keys to Future Success a page a day Is as sentimental as what Coltrane and Ellington play Dope boy jazz keep bands 12 get no song Played they lyrics in court now they next album postponed Them crackas play foul Cha Ching, alright this the part where you fix you a mutherfuck drink in the man cave And you go through your cigar collection and you pull out Cha Ching I had a toast with the tailor Quantum of Solace drink up I caught a kiss at the airport Butterscotch leather duffle clutch I just might land on the Earth today I might take off from the Earth today I might pour twenty-three shots of Cincoro Tequila and drink till I fade way shish, damn She say her beautician be working miracles He say his barber is godsent They say being fresh is spiritual Well water with the sage lit Illuminati rumors bullshit To the Brian Flores from the Kaepernick 40 acres fuck the math in this Jungle dogs, hyenas, savages Other cultures come to America keep their culture and win Check the averages Being single is cool for a minute but only if you have a purpose But let's give a toast to the marriages And she just caught the bouquet drunk bullshitting
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