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Water, water (ayo, run it up, Rami) Yeah, ay, ay (I'm smokin' straight out the pack) Water Ay, I'ma Spaniel how I cock her, they say, "Kosher off his rocker" Chopper come with double D's, damn, those some big old knockers Real gold, them boys copper, rap police, that boy a copper Stalkin' me, I'm stalkin' stalkers, set it off like what a shocker She say, "Dreidel, you a jerk", I'm booted up, but not from Percs And I don't even like to flirt, opp hoes, I made them squirt They did me bad, I did 'em worse, fuck the opps, they all disperse And we ain't beefin', y'all was crabbin', turn them boys to surf and turf Punchlines, but I'll spin, barspin, Dave Mirra Opps shakin' in they boots, Blake Shelton and Shakira Had to switch it up, I'm lookin' at the man inside the mirror Just in Crocs, but Wok gon' timber by the lake like he my mirror That's my Jew, that's my G, LLJ and LLC Leave, lock them muddy waters, jit, don't go dippin' feet I'm punchin' in on I-95, I can't be drivin' with my knee God be sending signs, I keep an eye out, makin' sure I see Ay, you goin' up, they keep in touch But they ain't know you from a can of paint, but still pick up the brush And they ain't grow up with me, why they talkin' like they know what's up? I pistol-whipped his ass, the silencer a wooly mammoth tusk I remember doing pole jams, now I keep a pole I hope it don't jam, they know me all in Juliette I'm hangin' outside your garden like a motherfuckin' gnome This ain't a romance, that Gnomeo and Juliet (ay, ay) And I was riding with a TEC The Glock came with a large attachment, real files, PDF My twin died, now I'm a mess, but I'll make sure to finish the rest So in the name of Jew Shiesty, I'ma put this beat to rest (water) Ay, I'ma Spaniel how I cock her, they say, "Kosher off his rocker" Chopper come with double D's, damn, those some big old knockers Real gold, them boys copper, rap police, that boy a copper Stalkin' me, I'm stalkin' stalkers, set it off like what a shocker She say, "Dreidel, you a jerk", I'm booted up, but not from Percs And I don't even like to flirt, opp hoes, I made them squirt They did me bad, I did 'em worse, fuck the opps, they all disperse And we ain't beefin', y'all was crabbin', turn them boys to surf and turf
Writer(s): Blp Kosher, Roy Hughes, Rami Casey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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