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Pacers

by CRIMEAPPLE

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Listen take this (Come on, man) Come on, please Tu me conoces (You know how this works, man) Pero tu me conoces woah You can't short me for the Pierogi (Nah) Your head is light You bear for life like Charles Oakley (Fuck outta here) Smack the stogie off his rotten tooth (Ayo) Take a couple cash calls I'm back to choppin' fruit (Woah) Brought the Goose to the clubhouse Smut the duck out Get the fuck out, threw the nut out Pull the truck out Real ones couldn't wait for this Shit to come out I'm spittin' like the dugout Most rappers handicapped (Woah) Worldstar captions like "Jimmy vs timmy Wright" I'm viewed in a different light Coffin all Kryptonite Your chick love the shit I Write, you pillow talk, we pillow fight Ball like armadillo, temperamental Switch the color scheme From baby blue to money green White gold on my bunny teeth Gimme alll the carrots, lil' buster Bugs and Daffy on ya sweater Metralleta on the mesh now (Grrrt) Steppin' on that thing like It's a stepchild But let's keep that on a need-to-know (Shhhh) Call the D's up like that's a pick and roll I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though (Nickel though) You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll (Miss the finger roll) More mercy, that's every bar I write Cross you in the garden With the hardest nights (Hardest nights) Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite I fuck around and shoot out your lights (Yikes) Soundin' like I'm on the cusp Used to sprinkle Rix Mix in the dutch Blowin' kisses at my crush I don't get goosebumps Used to pray we made enough for a deuce lunch Then it was 40s dumped in ya fruit punch Don't mistake my jovial nature I switch my face up We came for acres off the nomenclature (Right) Opposition wanna see me in a steel container (Right) or a wooden one He put that thing in his vein 'cause I was cookin' some Gave my friend great advice Like "Don't fuck with this" Now he live outside the store And his stomach itch Dirty he made his mother sick (Hehe) Seen him recently He smilin' like "What's up witchu?" Nothin' much My pen move like Kim Jong with a He said "cool", I gave him loot Said "Do what you do" He went to cop some dog food from my man Lou Ooh Ayo, you snoozin', what you thinkin' bruh? Play the D up and do the pick and roll I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though (Nickel though) You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll (Miss the finger roll) More mercy, that's every bar I write Cross you in the garden With the hardest nights (Hardest nights) Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite I fuck around and shoot out your lights (Yikes)

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