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Kneepads I got hit by a truck Kneepads Just a stroke of good luck I don't know the name I don't know the name Of the driver in the backseat I don't
They say that I'm loco Pero I know this for a fact I'll break my own heart Porque that's just what I do Strap on my kneepads Because I'm starting to fall
kneepads i slide on yo block wit like 36 shots And I leave a bad memory No these niggas don't know me I don't move like the old me Pussy nigga you never told
the kneepads I know she is a minor and it is illegal But the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio And if you decide to call rape We got the little hooker
go, I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe. Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads. I know she's
Alright, Mr. Pibb, those kneepads on tight enough? Snug as a bug in a rug playin Dig Dug, my friend! Uh huh... I'm all set to give this
them mothafuckas know I'll be back Pray so much a nigga need some kneepads Sip so much a nigga need to relax How the fuck they expect me to relax? I got
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit I'mma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at? Bought your girl some new kneepads You're
Oh, Monica, I want you to come over here and break me off in the Oval Office, now ... di-did you bring your Presidential knee-pads? I'm ready to get my
chemicals (ayy, ayy) If he gay, the way he taste, that shit turn hetero (Oh my God) Can you see that? She need kneepads I'm a bad bitch, fuck a pee-pad
didn't have to crawl to him because I did that last week, I've got a brown tongue and warm kneepads! Hahahah! No, serious piece of work! No, as you will
television Ya bet your life I don't need religion Let me tell ya something else I don't need no time for prayer Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
television Ya bet your life I don't need religion Let me tell ya something else I don't need no time for prayer Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
Television Bet your life you don't need religion Don't need no time for prayer Don't save no knee-pads for me up there If your head's alright, ya don't
you walkin nude Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on Soul Train poppin Your head
guess on I press on point, some sweat my jizznoint Playin themselves with the fingers the point I speak slow, I carry a fat stick Get your kneepads
television Ya bet your life I don't need religion Let me tell ya something else I don't need no time for prayer Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
bags, these bags make you niggas gettin' weak cash She bag teabags, now your bitch is wearin' kneepads Now your spot taken, more hits than a speed bag
ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads Now the beef has, gotten over your head
A dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams A new Matador, a new mastodon, a Maverick A Mustang, a Montego, a Merc Montclair A Mark IV, a meteor,
ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads Now the beef has, gotten over your head
number, a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick, Rosemary's baby, a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams, a new Matador, a new
come with kneepads What a call, what a real butterball Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball Rock it like gear for the fall With knives
more Green backs Have your girl wearing kneepads If she ask Where the tree at Where the drink at I kinda got the old school game like a dreamcast Knowing
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