Concord

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Olive Bernhart & Jimmy Poindexter - Rap

Concord

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Aye, aye 50K for the show, with my n*ggas sellin' swag, ah Swept me for a day, I told 'em just go cop a mag, ah Just go cop a mag when the patience is up Tell the demons that I'm facin' "what's up?" And why it always seem I had the bat when the bases is touched All this pressure on my top'll make the basement bust Took off all those, grab the face and then fuck Steady racin', all these thoughts, copy-pastin' in the state of this flux Pass the boat, never facin' these blunts The objective is to taste Frosted Flakes and then dip To the darkness where he lay his head Never gave a flyin' fuck what Simon said I'm eyein' dead apes inside they space and sayin' "super, dog" I got the blueprint, all my visions is Crippin' Didn't see me on ya timeline, I was sippin' this Lipton 'Cause there's nothing much to talk about Didn't see me on the blog 'cause I ain't had the time to film me whippin' cock around I suck at talkin' now (Fuck it)

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  • Jimmy Poindexter