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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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