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Yo, yo, uh. Gather 'round. Another tale by the fire on the Campgrounds. Defense putting the claps down. They can't score on us. On the field with the warmongers, feeling more Hunger. Drunk off bloodshed, I paint whole clubs Red. Yeah. I'm a lover and a fighter, blood of a Tiger. Dub of the fire, blowing bud in the Cipher. I dare you to fight me. I do you dirty with knifeys. She's feisty. No matter the price, G, it's payback. I'm buzzing out of town, cousin. I got 'em madder than the pigs when they Found nothing. Real bars while these clowns mumbling. I need a translator. They can't fuck with my fantasia. No American Idol. Gold belt, yeah, I'm wearing the title. Come get it. I don't truck fit it. I'm in the truck with it, while you on The bus, nipping. I saw you wimps on The Iron Pimp. Simple goals couldn't match up to my attempts. Catch me halfway across the world trying shrimp. Eat your heart out before I beat your smarts Out. Me and fly hooligan tossing darts out. Renovation, it's our house. Get 'em. Organic copulence. Copulating with her abstinence. Couldn't resist my arrogance. Celine color block fleece, Casablanca merino. Full grain leather briefcase, red Veneno. Interior CeeLo, velvet texture. Spark a blunt while she got her Donna Karan On the dresser. Pure money, four leaf scratch Perry. Ragamuffin stance, Clark Wallabees. Glass of gin crafted on the Riviera out in France. Imported Miles Davis. Bitches brew for my auntie Mavis. Money rising like it's Hovis. Violator breaking noses. Can't smell shit, this nigga say he caught the COVID. Yeah, I'm sick with it, lyrics vivid, Kid. Master craftsman, tailor-made vocabulary Splitting wigs. Lace front bitch niggas get clipped. Guilty with a.50 cal, cause a full eclipse. Fully loaded clip, Dizzy Gillespie. Custom-made Giuseppes. Michael Caine in the Mini Minor making moves for A century. Fettuccine, linguine, Ferraris, Lambos and Porsches. Mercedes, Lexus, and now these Maserati. I'm pimping, mami. Fly you out to Bimini ruins, catch a lobster. Swimming with these sharks, looking at the vultures.
Da Flyy Hooligan, Guilty Simpson — GUILTY VERDIX
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