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Gesetz Top-notch-bonität, klopf-klopf, „Yo, wie geht's?“ Wir besuchen dich wie Pop Smoke, Home-Invade Yeah, Gold-Plates auf dem Kobe-Steak Roli
that If I could start all over, I'd do it all the same Except I wouldn't gold-plate little Twinkles again He's Tex Richman Everybody listen Just how
were different days Those were different drugs The gold-plate palace with the half-mast flags A chalk lined body that was full of slugs She was
the same Listening to Nine Inch Nails with Hussein Vancouver rain Gold-plate Versace ring Best friend's got that for my birthday That's some G thangz I rep
a gold-plate world from me All my best in life is free Turn out the lights, give everything Every evening Little fires everywhere My touch will take you there
but your shit goldplate You Fake Nigga... In the circle we play In the circle In the circle we play In the circle we play In the circle In
gold-plate that silver tongue of yours Words sweet like candy my teeth may start to hurt Can I bite them down against your mouth? Consider this a pending, I
run! You, you, you, you better run! Run when the cash-stained hands start grabbing. Run when the gold-plate fangs start grinning. You better run, run
in gold-plate gloves - enjoy fiery water depravity You'll eat glass for dinner, it's free - a dirt fish bowl conformity Death is a word of warning
thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it Enrich my mind like wine 'til I find What I need to exceed with speed, proceed line Fold it, I take the mic, I grab
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