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"Stumbling down Fulton Street, mobbin, word to Manhattan
If you knew my man's habbits, you would know we back at it
Hit my bong, ash in the water call it Bin Laden
Got some new hollow tips, more hollow than I been having
Plus I got a big habit
Under my seat I got a piece, sickle and a hatchet
Wooden clubs keep my girl in a cave
We never scared or we strange
We get high
And I been lost for days
I got an imprint of my AK on my memory foam mattress
And my mind barely functions
But my shootings good practice
And we don't ♥♥♥♥ with no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Unless these hoes get ratchet
And if we do ♥♥♥♥ with them ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
They come with they own mattress
We Sparking" - Spark Master Tape