Damn, son, where'd you find this?
This is a certified hood classic
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Ok, 808 and glockenspiel
Sammy Koufax make a steal
Spin the top, you know it's real
DeCaprio
Yeah, I said come at me, bro
Had you fast, reaction slow
You lookin with speedho's
Slow down
Now my words are tricklin'
I need anger management, like Sandler and Jack Nicholson
Now back out, another fuckin' track out
Sneaky Pete and me be layin' haters fuckin' flat out
Chewed up, spat out
Sure man
No doubt out be killin' all these pigs the cops would have me found out
Snack money trees
Look like old Smokey got in the game
Now comin' up, this ain't no hokey pokey
I'll take your power
And I'll take your money
Pop, lock, and drop that shit, better make it low-key
Fucked up, slighty
Bitch, don't take me lightly
Cause me and Snack Kayak be droppin' bombs on you nightly
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Literally, just the 808 and glockenspiel
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Literally, just the 808 and glockenspiel
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Literally, just the 808 and glockenspiel
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Literally, just the 808 and glockenspiel
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Haters tryna cop a feel
Mad cuz they act so track and we ain't got a record deal
Fuck them motherfuckers, we be steady on our grind
Wallet is a snapback, money on my mind
And you know we gotta stay, stay boating
I'm eliminator, man
No moating
Chillen with my homeies, honking errand deep
Mobbing to the bowling alley, 67 deep
I'm droppin bomb ass beats and sick ass blah
So you hatin' motherfuckers can all go home
Sneaky Pete on my left, lots of guns to my right
That's a recipe for Snack Kayak mayhem tonight
Bounce
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Literally, just the 808 and glockenspiel
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New to the crew, don't you ever forget it cuz
Gots grillaz on the track
Now kickin' it with all my buds
Now my friends, I'm talking sticky
Feelin me, feelin rappin quickly
Mary Jane's my new fuck buddy
So I told her leave no hickeys
Smoking weed and hailin' Satan
Don't forget that masturbatin'
Chokin' the chicken has become a daily dose of suffocatin'
Jerkin' off freed my lubricants
Cause they're just so fuckin' hawt
If you deaf and never heard of them
They're the best the rap game's got
Oh no, blast me
(Mad, insane rap)
Oh I may never 69, but I think I worked out a deal
Rap game something, something
808 and glockensiel

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