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Ho$h, kykie kinders! Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè? I got what you want boy, I got what you want I got what you want boy, you never going
(It's all so pointless You're just gonna lose) (Maxii) Beat sound like a ice-cream truck That went to Hell At a wrestling show surrounded by Fat
CDG Yuhhhhhhhhhhh Never call me broke You can never call me lazy Fat as fuck Bitches still want my babies Sicker than some rabies Nobody can save me
a 'PTS' You're so pretty You're so pretty With a big fat ass Imma 'PT' I'm a 'PT' I'm a 'PTS' You're so pretty You're so pretty With a big fat a ass Imma
threw a pair of gloves Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night Woke her in the morning, threw her in
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you Before you say what I think, take a deeper look Why are these people so poor that they need this work No
rocket Phony kickin' I can see it Check that boy and then we poppin' Aye he gon' work for that She gon' twerk for that g-Star pockets fat He gon' shoot
Boy, Fat Boy And her friends the Rat-A-Tat, boy Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
She is little, cruel and crushin' Take your tool while you're Fooled by blushin' Mind your head stead of findin' Russians Plums a professor, ladies
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy Keep up boy you too
only winning cause I went In and didn't wait Chillin' at the crib by the time You get your shit straight Live free, die fat Rock shot to a kill screen
a man When I met Ann, I soked her pans We ended up freakin' by garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me
Talking: Double M.P in the place to be/ bitch who you came to see/ me that's who/ bouts to give you a dose/ of this black boy magic you feel me
fronts, she doesn't have a clue Dug the boys in blue, sometimes I paid them off Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North Page me by my pager,
God pack god pack dis dat good thrax Backwoods make sure u stuff it so its real fat Smoke one to the face boy we dun did dat One hundon bruh make
I was a timid, Rockwellian boy She was tattooed and ready to deploy Gave me reservation and the like For she could be the dangerous type But I
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
And I'm prepared for that (Oh, oh) It's a big world, I got big schemes And I'm 6'5'' (Uh) , if you count wings (That's right) And I get by, off what I need
couple jurats that came on endz And left in wet clothes looking all red Bun it, pass it Hit by a corn on the old block, nah Bun a fat zoot with a neek,
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is Young lives being taken by the .45 Genocide'll rise 'til glory die Every other hour more bullets fly Victim
there'll be no truce Ya boys'd break ya jaw if they ya peoples To stop ya yap from playin Doc Kevorkian I'll lock ya talk see then commence the mercy
[First Verse: Kangol Slim] Picture me peelin' out in a Deville Lac The Deville I'm peelin' out in is bustin' crushin' Diamonds ain't no thang Check
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