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Chris Paul
State Farm Clifford, not apart of your coverage
Deadly like venom, wear a sentence likes it's denim
Going Ghost Danny fenton, Ash Ketchum gotta
can't even show me a ten or better
Big head like he Clifford, but his pockets on Stuart Little
He was not a real dog, so he took his ass up out the kennel
scholes
Man are not U,
Red Clifford, I'm a dog with the clues,
Ye smart lines,
We know the hard times,
I live and I strive, do you know about grind,
Put
to fall
But I switch the seasons like a winter ball
Perched up on top like a synagogue
Clifford, I've been a big dog
Top shots
Leave they stomach open like
I turn your bitch upside down like a blizzard
I'm going Jason Leave you red like it's
Clifford
Ima shoot a deep ball game winner like I'm Lillard
Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford
Better be strapped like Clifford
It's the big, black nigga then drip of the big black pistol
I suggest you
her Prancer
She a sniffer, you know I wiped her ass like a Swiffer
Yeah, she love me, I swear that I'm her dog like Clifford

And it's a banger, I swear
splurgin', but I'm a big dog don’t worry
This poll insurance like it’s Cliff Paul, think I work for NASA how I take off
Hit your bitch off jump like a tip-off,
the ball park
He so fat might aswell call him Paul Blart
Smoking weed it smelling like a skunk fart
We out here trying to function like E-40
I'm gonna be
like a bumblebee
After I fuck she gets curved like the number three
Have yo ass sittin sideways like paul wall 
And my money standing taller than
time)
Ten ball in my denim (My Amiris)
Quick to shoot my shot
Like Chris Paul with the Clippers (Grrrrr)
On six-mile with my sixers (Six four)
I sent it
that he big dawg
Go tell Clifford catch him slipping knock his shit off
Chris Paul stand behind the line tryna drop this 3  ball
Mob boss give my
got a nigga splurged 
( E piti’k te Canado a) 
Lè’w gade nan closet mwen
Everything is all Gucci
Menm pete’m santi Jean Paul Gauthier 
M’gen lò, mgen
Chris Paul
I checked in to the hotel, doin' shit I know damn well I prolly shouldn't
Spanish chick, she off puttin'
Knowin' me I took her down
Knocked
Paul bunion
getting them chip like them Funyuns
Ready for war like a gundam
She said she want it and want him
Don't have no faith had to done them
Bitch
again
Shoot from half court calling game
I stay on top of that list
My diamonds they shine like chandeliers
You wanna go shoot, I'm like Paul Pierce
I got
i'm like mr. clifford richard i'm wired for sound
and when i get myself a mic you won't want to be around
i'm off like a note in karen's 'day
cash flow
Broad day a nigga don't make me get up in dat bags mode
Big dawg call me Clifford hopping out the wroof
Cowgirl on my Woody put my snake up in

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