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teacher (Standard procedure) And I've forever been candid Paintapicture be a bandit (Paint a picture for 'em) And my woman is a bad bitch Hotter than remix
Closer to God Imperfect picture my paint is a little flawed Fake phony ya colors a little off Guess people do anything for applause Close to redemption,
like blunts Drinking this blood out my chalice my cup Ugh ugh It's hella dark Eyes everywhere you ain't getting far 2-Headed horse in the backyard But I
See these nights, they been erratic May the bridges burn, I got it tatted On a horse, that Dallas maverick, through the smoke and through the ashes
to the face, yah, might just OD In the paint, never have to tag me Die a fucking Saint Momma never knew I did it Raw doggin all these bitches for some fucking
It's a buffer like she scuffed up a car Or Warren's Buffett's puffin' on some Florence Funkin' Rob to a foreign fuck's in horse cuffin' ct the back
That dress be looking candy paint That pussy looking pink The way she put that water on me, I call her the sink The gang just threw a car meet nun
make you funny, draped up in all vintage Keep ya head down, nose up, wide open Top of high horse, opportunity door never closing A rich socialite, fake
hank And I'm havin propane White toes on dat bitch like its dipped in cocaine I'm on my high horse like I been sniffing paint They shit don't stank When
had enough of your way? Live from the haunted north, in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse, who want it more? It's already
did sit wiggy Gold and blonde, blood-red and blue Sizzled, frizzled, and greasy too Black woman still dig imitation The mother of our horse hair nation
RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
A picture paints a thousand words, As one door closes, another one opens, And two wrongs don't make a right Now good things come to those who wait,
to High wire dancers kick and balance White silk horses step in time The tattooed man displays his talents I'm not the talented kind I always go
rookie Go in your shit have your teeth playing mouth hookie You niggas must of heard me wrong I blame the horses when I turn the Porsche turby on My
Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we layin' tracks in Cali The dude is excitable
Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (what's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was
Gimme fuel Gimme fire Gimme that which I desire Oh Turn on, I see red Adrenaline crash and crack my head Nitro junkie, paint me dead And I see red
how you knew I'd do it All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music Exaggerate the ass
forget change, it's like a metronome And the beard is like war paint Duke game is my only court date Outside all year, walkin' towards faith My North
through the city Fresh out the shop, I spent some guap, motor work in the engine You see this paint, they say I blanked, wipe it down with a shimmy
understood, when I ride it’s homicide Tiltin on my glass so when I pass you can see inside Murda, murda flat red, paint, now my nigga This ain’t your
500 horses, Panamera Porsches Sharpshooter, like I'm in the US armed Forces I turn emcees to corpses, sons to orphans I turn the mics on and Burn
your horses, blow your noses, hobos I made these noises, took my courses, Jogo When I call she there fast like a Popo We did this shit no shout out, no
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