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Burn’in 84 sweets in the ’84 Fleetwood
Vogues and 84s got the shoes and the feet good
Diamonds under ass and they pressed against that grain
Donkey Kong throwing kegs around the trunk sound insane

“Come’in down wood grain, butter floor mats”
Got my wife beater on, show’in off my tats
Blowing killa green smoke out my moon roof
I can not tell a lie sun, I’m the fuck’in “troof”