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JUS' VERSE:
i sip the poland spring, chill, feel the high that this potent bring
now they prolly noticing how i got they hoes to sing
i'm 21 but who they hold the king, smilin' while they know it stings
that's why i'm on some chronic and my clothes will stink
respect for those, instead of snitchin', yo - they chose the bing
you can take my picture as the victor at the closing ding
you know my style ma, it's so distinct
and peter, he control the rink - we flood and bubble over like a soda drink
i spray my polo, ink spillin' in the five star
smitten when my time start, bitch you hearin' my heart
her spines ours, find jars then my lime's sparked
prophetic john paul, what you think we rhyme for?
i'm not a "sexy dude", especially freshly brewed
but i'm feelin' like the man, y'all - a dos equis mood
justin was sufferin' something, yeah them heavy blues
shit that they already knew, now i'm bout my pennies and my cheddy true
bag a bunch of bitches bout as bad as betty boop
this birdie fetch the news, that's how i'm gettin' every scoop
why you spit on what the semi do? son, you're only semi-cool
fit to win a grammy and an emmy too
shorty lemme through, this poetry's pivital
know that we always deliver and we flow like a river do
i'm on mr holland's opus, hun we'll go until my dick is bruised
isn't what you pick and choose, just another critic's view
ain't it somethin, how it ain't nothin...
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