BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- boy theres levels. to this shit
- but i gotta dumb it down for the audience
- this that shit u bumpin yo whip
- sippin on some bacardi shit
- if its dope then i thought of it
- bugatti boys ferarri bitches
- mofuckin party bizness,
- ciroc sippin molly poppin
- we boutta get this party poppin
- trippin. cause im. crossfaded
- lookin for the next hit,
- nigga i just made it
- ray ban vision, overplayed it
- fuck hiphop youve indicated
- yall can keep it turnt up
- zero fucks, make more bucks
- and stay twistin that burn. up
- TURN DOWN FOR WHAT
- TURN DOWN FOR W0HAT
- yall rappers just suck
- cant step to my cristal
- hammer time wit these pistals
- get high or sit down
- gucci all on my wrist now
- bad bitch she dropit low, popit slow, then stop and go
- swagger tothe fullest, fresh steez is far from optional
- stayin sober impossible
- spotted gold on the silverware
- im audible on that software
- drop dominos like i dont care
- bitch we. make it rain. from the rooftop to the lobby stairs
- all these chocolate bitches mad, because i prefer vanilla
- and we poppin wristbands, but the whip be bumpin dilla
- homie got that spacejam, we blastin off past jupiter
- scent fresher than new mail, hop off my coattails
- i got bars dont do jail
- its overcrowded, over clouded the whip
- swag level hunnid thousand
- speakers bumpin that shit
- i drowned the flow all in em soundwaves
- moola guap poundcake
- reasons that i gotta sound great
- keep talkin that shit, like i aint made a dollar yet
- when i get my trophy, ima hire you to polish it
- acknowledge it, stylish shit, college chicks
- love to hear my rhymin shit
- you be eatin that ramen shit
- we be gettin em dollars quick
- real nigga. all me. by myself. but my squad fly
- panty dropper, chocolate droppa, kevin hart thug life
- i needa. bitch now. that could. break a bitch down.
- parents. got me. stressin. i dont. give a. shit now
- its easy cause my flow sick, yall slow my flow quick
- stay swiftly. spitt,in some cold shit
- thinkin that i gotta gold dick, that should be matched wita gold bitch
- gold bricks, or glow sticks. currensy for them rave kids
- we be poppin bottles like we celebratin the new year
- speakers pumpin rap no dancin in this shoe wear
- break a beat down like i break a bitch down
- rose by the case we gon make this bitch drown
- this club need a poncho, so someone call alonzo
- and my homie got that train wreck, headband. RONDO.
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