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Orleans Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats I'm in the coatroom, screaming "who that?" on the double Serving gumbo with
last evening I'ma retreat, but proceed with ease, (leavin em). Cleveland up to they coatroom bleeding. Me n hustlas down for the money, murda,
Lemon-drop lazy eyes Closing like a coatroom Too full for the taking-on of taking-offer out-goers for the night Clear the line Get yourself some
me in the coatroom at the club pulling trig Ask me what’s my type, I tell you my Meyers Briggs — ENFP, UNH I’m a kid but I’m big, tell me what else
to click Coatroom and got the game, I took the key and then I tossed that shit Niggas isn't steppin' in this bitch unless I co-sign it I don't want a bitch
even notice us in the coatroom pillaging their clothes and purses. It's too bad that you can't run very far on an orbiting space colony." I) Garden
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