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No rap music??? Not even Big Papa???
How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?
In mansions and Benzes
Givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream
Fuck a dollar and a dream
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?)
Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure
However, living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
Ooh... What flow. He was a poet.
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Philosophy, cake, and sodomy. Mostly sodomy.
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