• Im as tall as Paul Bunion, yeah i like 2 eat funyons, my mind is so cunnin, ill be cussin somethin not nothin I got so much ice they call me the snow man, the grown man, that’s right nigga, the blown man Pop pop pop, goes the bottles, ‘n pop pop pop, goes the gun of my throttle, now listen 2 my motto Imma G mayne, yeah it’s a G thang, let the G hang, if u w8 long enough, ur an OG, hey! Now if u repeat it 2x fast, ull get a clap clap, clapper, now look, im flattered, but u dnt mix, wit my batter U c, they call me the nice clean man, wit the ice cream van, so can I have some rice beans blam! Hey ladies, i can make it snow, make the night sky glow, i make it rain on dem hoes Get all that cash ‘n jewlry, ya no! Cmon lets get high on life, yeah high wit ya wife, n when u get high, u drop dat knife, get high on Sunny Delight No freight, hallucinogens of the Dark Knight, look im outta sight U no i gotta get dat green, dem beans, look at dose jeans, back i lean, so damn clean So fresh, fresh to the depth, yeah so so def, wit a so so rep Unlike any other, I fucked ya sista n ya motha, i killed ya brotha, i dnt have an accent from the Southern U caint run or hide, hit u wit plat-num, then ride, steel whip hit, witta heel kick flip I dnt wanna leave, but i got 2, n sry ta hear dat u flopped dude Now heres 1 last freestyle, witta smile, its gon be crazy n wild, who gives a fuck if imma child, lets go Now i kill i spill, got a couple problem wit the bills I make dese deals, wit Navy Seals, I get high, i fly, wnt let me touch the sky, Im the best guy 4 u, my shawty, ill have some1 clean ya shoes, ill buy ya boots, ill call u toots Ha-ha jus playin wit the nickname, yes i wear my suit, no matter wut my roots U shld accept the fact, dat ya done n ova wit, wuts up wit u n dat Rova, shiiit U need the whole thing, not jus a bit n watch my ice I sk8 all ova it, niiice, watch me roll the dice, i slice n serve wit rice, So now I fly my kites, got so much money n green all these churches I purchase Buy all my girls purses; get no curses, ‘n I don’t say all this shit on purpose All ya lines, rhymes, verses, they all be so worthless I’ll fuck all ya minds up like I did ta Curtis, now I leave n close the curtains

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