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  • Look for me, lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
    High up until the world ends, doing eighty-five in my ride
    And these *************s hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
    I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these *************s like a tyrant
    Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
    Know these *************s crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
    I know that *************s is finding my progression so uncommon
    The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
    Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
    Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
    My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
    Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
    Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you *************s didn't know
    Still trifling, Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
    Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the *************t
    I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
    New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
    Cause I don't like my ******* homies dip, bruh, they all
    Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
    And I ain't got *************t but a pretty ************* and cigar tucks
    Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
    I swear these *************s is ******* phony, smoking spliffs
    And that's, prior to arriving to the studio
    Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
    Where you headed with that *************t?
    And can a real ************* get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
    Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
    Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
    Run until my foot achy, running 'til my foot aching
    Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
    With my ************* Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
    Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a mother******* toucan
    20 minutes, burn a ******* quarter back to two grams
    But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass
  • [00:01.719]Look for me, lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
    [00:06.065]High up until the world ends, doing eighty-five in my ride
    [00:09.451]And these *************s hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
    [00:12.247]I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these *************s like a tyrant
    [00:15.309]Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
    [00:18.177]Know these *************s crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
    [00:21.382]I know that *************s is finding my progression so uncommon
    [00:24.378]The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
    [00:27.591]Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
    [00:30.648]Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
    [00:33.840]My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
    [00:36.850]Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
    [00:39.832]Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you *************s didn't know
    [00:42.762]Still trifling, Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
    [00:46.563]Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the *************t
    [00:55.721]I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
    [00:58.648]New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
    [01:01.827]Cause I don't like my ******* homies dip, bruh, they all
    [01:05.086]Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
    [01:08.327]And I ain't got *************t but a pretty ************* and cigar tucks
    [01:11.080]Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
    [01:13.960]I swear these *************s is ******* phony, smoking spliffs
    [01:17.252]And that's, prior to arriving to the studio
    [01:20.221]Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
    [01:24.157]Where you headed with that *************t?
    [01:25.803]And can a real ************* get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
    [01:29.850]Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
    [01:33.122]Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
    [01:35.919]Run until my foot achy, running 'til my foot aching
    [01:39.082]Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
    [01:42.113]With my ************* Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
    [01:45.057]Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a mother******* toucan
    [01:48.180]20 minutes, burn a ******* quarter back to two grams
    [01:51.303]But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass