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wiki - the routine lyrics

[intro]
biiitch
(woah, woah, woah)

[verse 1]
b-tch don’t call [?]
i’m too high for that bullsh-t talk, i’ma walk, i’m gone
[?]
i see it in your eyes like visine like i’m your motherf-ckin’ mom
when you’re around me, sh-t, you are not on
everyone walk around like they the one
i don’t wanna walk around unless i’m drunk
is he the talk of the town or he just a punk?
handsome, loafers, good wife
banned from moma, [?]
can of soda, green tea arizona
hand me the doja, which type?
what it look like? i just want the good price
tryna run ’em over man, suge knight
i just want some chocha, good night
cash in my check, make sure the neighborhood right

[chorus]
rugrat turned club rat
old head wanna be a young cat
this the city that we live in
i just wanna kick some wisdom to the kids that’s finna run that
time p-ssed, time that you’ll never find back
trust that, settle for the [?] f-ck that
[?]
[?] where the drinking and the drugs at

[verse 2]
since [?] everyday a little new scene
i don’t wanna hear about all that art that you seen
i was f-cking up in moma, kicked up out the museum
that’s some real art sh-t, really just my routine
they kicked me off and [?] my sh-t
20 years, time to have a retrospective [?] on the kid
come on man, [?]
so new york i be [?]
woah, woah, woah
everybody know i [?]
just go roll you a blunt, can’t cope with the f-ck sh-t
[?] in the dutch

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