| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch
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| It’s Doktor Avalanche
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| Huh, huh, huh…
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| Water!
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| Yuh, ayy
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| Okay
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| Think I’m on the Animal Planet with this snake belt buckle
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| But, it the Gucci, so don’t you dare chuckle
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| Not a mechanic, but this tool might clutch it
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| No chicken nuggets, but my sauce been busting
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| Bitch, it go harder than when Chris Brown krumping
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| No no, bitch, it go harder than bread crumbs in the summer
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| How much of gas do you burn like a hummer?
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| Okay, how many bitches you made wet like a sauna?
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| Bitch, my feet no Morty, but Rick Owens
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| Scary side posted like scarecrowin' (wet!)
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| I’m at yo' head like a hair sew in (hair)
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| Hide-and-seek, where is your hairline going?
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| Make the AK sound like some titties I motorboated
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| Can’t bite my sauce 'cause it’s poison coated
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| My flow get you going like locomotive
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka, run
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka
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| If there’s anyone to fear up under this damn sun
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| In this god-forsaken land, then he is one
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka, run
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka
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| If there’s anyone to fear up under this damn sun
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| In this god-forsaken land, then he is one
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| Yuh, made me sick
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| Keep one eye at 'em like Slick Rick
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| I’m buggin' out like an insect
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| Fingers on his bitch like Tech Deck
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| Her mouth on my wood like go fetch
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| Fox on my feet, my coat mesh
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| Head scratch, how much is that?
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| It cost a living like human head, umm
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| I’m gone like the wind, high like Peter Pan
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| Cut like Mr. Clean, but I’m in his head
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| Like serial killer, I murdered again (bitch)
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| But only the track; |
| it’s my favorite sin (water!)
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| So that’s how you know that this song not your friend
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| Consider it evil, and this is the end
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| But when in your nightmares, I reappear again (ayy)
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka, run
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka
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| If there’s anyone to fear up under this damn sun
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| In this god-forsaken land, then he is one
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka, run
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| Run motherfucka, run motherfucka
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| If there’s anyone to fear up under this damn sun
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| In this god-forsaken land, then he is one |