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the music back y'all, Think back dig in the crates Wiping dust off of tapes CD's skipping cause of lil scrapes Give you a hot 16 and the hook be a 8 Diss
Cus yo bitch wan b my friend Sneaky link - dat Pussy pink Just broke a Barbie No pretend Make her choke Leave her soaked Den i pass her str8 to Twin
though Down in the mud, I was eating super dinner Smoking by the mic, passing out since a beginner You know I suffer, through all of the winners Not like
froze up Shit, bro's just chinging this guy, I think he's gone and lost his composure Outside's way too hot, man'll get splashed by the super soaker
world You gave many speeches, thought that’s what you meant by oral Now that I think about it… [Verse 2: CF Sloppy] Why would I want that booty I’d
very boring I just bought a brick, the rest get buried For the rainy days when they wanna cuff me The junkies call all morning Fuck smoking by
w nich słowa ważę, no homo Kumasz, wchodzę w nich #8pasażernostromo Nie po drodze mi do gwiazd Choć mam niezły styl To uczulenie mam na blask i na
a super-supreme show man, I'm movin' the scene cs I excel into a big event impel any impediment I'm swinging like a wrecking ball and levelling the tenement Money
scampi pasta Son’d so many rappers its apparent that I foster Zoidberg on my plate Fries by the lobster One eye open Get snipped from the saucer Y’all go
ain't just the deal Why I'm in it for My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him I was in the lab Working on my tape with Rich and Ian By
się komercji to już jest jakiś modlitewnik Jaki masz kolor wstążeczki Nie chcesz grać swoich tracków na imprezach Polsatu Ale powiedz kto by Cię tam w
me Hank hill Sleeping on me cadet this hasn't Benadryl I came from the mud Graduated dirt Raised by the rock Materialized at birth Don't worry
of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer Last eight months I've been straighter than a ruler And my
more than you guessed I'm blessed every time we connect A step closer to being the best I'm being addressed by the press as being the next All due
Well, I stop by Dixie's half a dozen times a day I ain't there for super duper deals or the famous fried steak Dixie's daughter is hotter than a hound
To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays The Body Rock, block party jam in the park days
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
wiggle that shit Bounce it real quick, picture that shit Damn there go 7, 8, 9 Women so fine, finer than dimes Finer than the coldest in the Golden
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