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and it went pretty far
I reached for the stars and put them in cookie jars
And I went swimming with the tuna fish and made tartare
They played duck duck

change out the fuckin couch 
She want me to fuck but im in her mouth 
Saw me runnin it up n forget her spouse 
216 but im hot like im in the south
Ima let

yeah yeah
We slaved for this, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We slaved for this, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tuna fish with the can lock
All we ate since the sandbox with

Two thousand and eight
Card game trades, indie hits, and hot exclusives
Super fruits and spicy juices
Bit the hype I kept on grooving
Bit fed up I'm

for your tutelage
All I had to eat this week was ramen and some tuna fish
So if you want the smoke, gladly bring to you the hookah mist
Risk it, send

Ditions on this Earth from my brethren beneath it. I Chill
If the blocks hotter than the weather in Egypt but still
Flip a hot product on the steps with

or two but now I'm on a roll
Sushi tuna salmon someone get a bowl
Yeah
Ain't sorry so sue me assuming you knew me was silly 
I'm raw like sashimi it's real

bitch you new to this
Who want the smoke I got the Buddha fist
With the hoodie on the J Hood
The Winchester turn your Blatter into tuna fish
Flatten that

Mike in the eighties
Fuck on your sister but won't let her date me
Damn, I make her hate me
Tuna with the honey I was broke as fuck
I just want the money

Tuna
Are you kidding me

Hollywood
Brooklyn
Had to drop off the eddies
Cash out
Gift bag
Why they don't take debit
Flex
Gang
And I don't take credit

Cuz niggas flip out it
When niggas get cropped
Dey get hot & wanna switch topics
Limits or not
You get picked
Fa spitting outta pocket
Really it's

hotnaba yari-ngei hot-nahou
Matam leiri-ngei tanshinba yaba tal-shil-hou
Khang-ngo hotnadana wadana nungaiba yaba nattae
Waraga nungaitana aningba apamba

a pooper scoop
No one I know on her level though
She hot as hell let the devil know
She got some standards you better know
And if you don't fit'em then let

you is a pussy why you crampin? (Why you crampin)
Boy is you retarded? yo brain damaged (Yo brain damaged)
The pussy smell like tuna I could can it

that grew hairy
The tuna hot dish that your mom made for you
The two-year old chilli I swore I'd get to
Something in a Tupperware that seems like it's

of them, better get the gist
You better get the gist nigga

And it is

Don't fuck with a hot headed nigga like me
Better check yourself like some goddamn

and canned tuna
We ran thu it
Around shooters
Wit lil shooters
Who will do it
A real nigga
Wit a real issues
Who real coocoo
I'm still pitchin
I'm still pimpin

av luft æ har smoke i min breath
Hot damn
Øyan her va woke men æ ledsen
Woah
Alle mine flows i en session
Woah
Følge min steg som en sporhund
Sniff

follicles
Diabolical
My parents aren't biological
(How you know)
Little sister told me I was dropped off
With some chicken wings
And a few packets of hot

I been riding around on some hot s***
& you p***** on that not S***
Boy don't play about it
Im with tone he love to pop S***
I ride around with my

naad
Ana kai tari motha karu
Ata tari uthav awaz Ghe thoda swash
Manda baslya na kai nai hot
He be tule mahit ahe yr
Lahan thodi rayla yr
Kai tari uthun

god damn, i come down n smite em', yeah
I'm holding hot with these metal fingers
Stirring up the pot, extra sauce when i stuff the swishers
Big weed,

please,I get that drop then mop and leave
Name another hot as me
That’s bar too bar hopping like a spring breaker on party scenes
Hit em in his stalk

I’m no lil tuna 
I’m the big kahuna 
Make no mistake
I’m both Solar and Luna 
Got whale sized dreams
And I’m becoming the harpooner
Had to cut a couple