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Midwest slabbers, you dig? Ay, yup, yup, this is for my East Coast slangers My West Coast bangers, you dig? Ah one, two and uh, ah one, two and uh
pitter, patter, I can’t banter I’m the skipper, you gon slabber we can skip the first act if you really want the third act, are you sure you wanna skip
wanna talk about the aftermath Maybe after class Some time to pass With a couple glasses You down for that I'll cook up steak with extra fat Uh Slabber
slabber on Blackhorse You know a active wise man back for Why dem a talk? Dem boy dem na hard Why dem a talk? None of dem boy dem are hard? It's a why
at night I'm one crazy paving mother slabber If you want to help don't bring a ladder When it drops it's a real backstabber And if it wobbles I'll tap it
gå Høy som faen jeg er på blow Jeg er på blow Jeg er på blow «Slabbeste slabben av alle slabber» Hold kjeft ta og sutt på mine slabbe baller Stiger inn
on a beat, make you slabber on me, I don't play with a beat I fuck fuck on a beat, make you hear this clear, I don't play with a beat I serve on a beat, I'm
be a playa for life That's shining so bright I'm creeping at night i gotta have it Hop aside of my dropper top Or this classified half-a-slabber If
there is solitude by telephones of fifteen different take away menues I slabber on Undisturbed The evenings are undisturbed Free from words of those who
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