Chlorine
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[Intro] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] [Verse] God- Damn, I'm in my own zone, all alone Riding all day long, run it home Popping like a pistol, been a pro Drop another Xan bar, and it's on Bitches wanna tag along, tag along I ain't with that friendly tone, hell no I pull up in amazon, Rambo Run up with that thing hand, handled Let me shoot that shit out the window Pap-pap-clack-clack at ya kinfolk I'ma run my block off the strength tho Gotta keep my eyes on you bitch modes I'ma whip that dope like, like, like Smoke that dro like, like, like Pour my four like, like, like Serve that woah like, like, like [Bridge] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] Twist it, light it, hit it, bust it, [?] [Outro] Twist it up, run it up I need a grip on that woah, woah I need a zip of that smoke, smoke Talking that tip but they don't know Dont understand me, never played fairly I take it you won't show Try it, I'm always on go, go Grip on that clipper like woah, woah
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