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st. lucia
juking blues like st. lucia crews they ain't used to got moves like king kunta go dumb man i need tutor click up and we drink coola i came for the king ruler your strings man they need tune up my boo she can read future pattin' my pockets before the tsa weighing my options i think i need to stay just a little longer baby i need them thangs all up on my line like cia winter spring summer fall freedom rings miss your call thuggin' on top of the underworld is you gonna run when that thunder roars? got me one i think i need a hundred more took a jab at my insides i'm floodin' my gills stacking up with that simp life and it's fuck how you feel pulling up with no invite we up in the hills man this shit isn't real life na this shit isn't real let's get this money mane i need my ones in change i hit the blunt like it's cool runnings and cough up a flame got some designer things but it ain't all they say i'd rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day look in my eyes no cataract vision i took me a sip and i conjured this feeling i'm gonna stack up on my ops look how i'm tricking millennial pimping like baby i'm bad it's a sign of the times look at the ceiling i don't see a limit a trip to the island to settle my mind oh what a feeling i'm making a killing i hop on a jet i sit back and recline wave your hands from the side to the side hate or love mothafucka you decide yeah oh my me and dom goin' wild no l's keep them 1's to the ja! took a jab at my insides i'm floodin my gills stacking up with that simp life and it's fuck how you feel pulling up with no invite we up in the hills man this shit isn't real life na this shit isn't real