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Chillin like the KGB

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Rollin up, blowing smoke, in the backseat
Rollem up, stick em up, in the backstreets
Out for blood in the hood with the KGB;
wrecking balls in the clubs of D.C.

Still ill, burning through dollar bills. I’m a disgrace.
I saw the sweat drip, as I wiped the smile off his face
Watch these A-bombs droppin, I ain’t stoppin’
we need to outrun these cops so don’t slow down.

And we’re trippin up the wollies, lullabies with molly
Doing burnouts on the ice
the trial was acquitted, world’s still in denial
I set that b*tch’s hair on fire while she was hittin redial

Chillin in the shade in these shades, too blazed to care
as the mthfckn town blazes, you see, I’m still here
Everyone goes through phases. At least I’m not in Syria,
Lookin out for vipers, blowin the sticks. I can steer now.

I just heard a clickity click
She said I’m sweet so you can drive
We’ll find our way home
I hope we make it there alive.