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WILLIE THE KID lyrics : "Cabernet"

Uh

Somewhere sippin a cablin

Catch a cab to the cabin, campin at the canion
Compatible companions,
Pretty women, medicinal use for lemons, clementines

Cleansing, dinner time
Patagonia coats watchin Michin and Clemson
My clique poppin clicko

Decode the G code, you ^!$$%s clumsy
Money clums like oatmeal
Ill like a mill, one that fly rackin blow jeans

Persevere all other %#@!, custom made pieces you will never get
Get your real life like your Twitter life
Life get dark, just preserve every bit of light and be hankful

Uh, low hanging fruit hanging far from a tree
Let the winds carry the seeds and see what it be
Meanwhile Willie The Kid is a Belini's

$#&@in bad (*##$es, countin money on a Sunday
Believe me, mediocracy is not enough
That's why aquamarine been coming soon for 6 months

Baskin the moment for a moment
Wild like 2 MILFs, mouth for moans, muff divin on it
Know these ^!$$%s never show gratitude

The car got attitude, the crib got character
Tear us out to2, til we come through but never to
Narratin greatness to nevermindin ^!$$%s

Gold figure, the real thing not a figurine
Fingering potatoes, tangerine, gat street
Strict on my lady friends

Bend over backwards, they prove worthy
Then I blossom like the clergy
Willie get the paper, call it clerical

Call me anything but don't compare me
^!$$%s be hysterical, I take pride in being me
Paying for my parabolas, very good merry go's

Planted every pair of jeans folded
On a merry go round in a walking closet
Never lost it, I might have lost interest

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