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dope damn
Smoking strains, counting bands, with the gang gang
Check the chain, and the rang, watch no plain jane
She gimme brain, in the rain, we run

my favorite strain
Throwing bands love to make it rain
And my whip done fucking lost it’s brain
Your bitch go always call my name
I play but never lost

broke that strain
We brought bands inside this plane
So much work we got a crane
On the block we got it hot
Daily trapping out the spot
Heard a fuck boy

Sixty-eight."

And I look, sour and old, at the dancers
That swing to the strains of the band,
And the ladies all give me the Lancers,
No waltzes, I quite