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Snapbacks and tattoos. Too dark for tattoos
So instead of that shit it’s snapbacks and red shoes
What the fuck is a Driicky Graham? Prolly kin to that faggot Jew
Philly Hat, Hot Topic shirt, brand name jeans… True
Off the chain, free slaves. Like 2 Chainz, I’m too paid
Ion need a hate ‘cause I got a fade. I pack heat, D. Wade
These Jordan 5’s looking like ice cream. Muthafucka you can’t touch my team
Verse Mack and Word Play, the original Dream Team
Fat ass and track girls. I fancy that like rare pearls
Colored shades and backpacks. I wear that shit on the track
My swag make these niggas quit. My dick, your bitch she sit
My tongue, I lick her clit. Your ass is gon have a fit
I wear pink stuf but I ain’t gay. I kill beats like I hate Dr. Dre
You fuck with Verse Mack and you fuck with Word Play? Nigga ohkay
CMAR I rep that. Wet pussy I eat that. This beat I killed that. Your little ass is so whack
I’m famous on the track. And Verse is famous on these tracks
Our rap skills is what we got, and it’s what y’all weak niggas lack
Snapbacks but no tattoos. I just bought your bitch some Jimmy Choo’s
Choo-Choo, my gang running train. I listen to Tyler, no House of Payne
I’m riding ‘round my side of town. I’m dressed up like a fresh ass clown
Is that your bitch? We’ll she’s stolen now. You the shit? Well I flushed you down
Swag is oozing out my pores. Pulled a bitch from Jersey Shore
And she damn near shot herself, when we saw my suicide doors
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