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Seems like every day there's another one comin' |
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Another one runnin' and another one gunnin'[Incomprehensible] from random slums |
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And I ain't hell with them bums |
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Some fun it gotta be to grab your pee pee |
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And sing so sweetly to the front row seat |
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But that's the way it be watchin' that damn |
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TVSince you free come and spread it up |
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MissouriRun daddy run |
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Yeah, I fires them all but they be comin' back |
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Run daddy run |
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Black hat and black hearts to match |
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Run daddy run |
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Give em a yard you best forget the wig' |
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Cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid |
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Let me see what you got baby, open it up |
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If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin' up |
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If that's a spliff in your mouth, best be lightin' it up |
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I need a drink 'cause the base is spillin' my cup |
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I get up, |
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I get down |
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God willin' and able |
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Bumps to many friends stole some cable |
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Sometimes |
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I speak my mind rather plainly |
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But I'm not a dick like |
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CheneyYou take 10 drug dealers and a |
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Chinese bordello |
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Stick 'em out in |
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Arkansaw, |
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I sure do well |
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For comin' straight out the ground, born fighter |
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Fuckin' up your |
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Christmas like |
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I'm scammin' a lighter |
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Now look at yourself rollin' in the blues |
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You do it to yourself, you do, you do |
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Run daddy run |
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See I fires them all but they be comin' back |
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Run daddy run |
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Black hats and black hearts to match |
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Run daddy run |
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Yeah, give em a yard best forget the wig' |
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Cause this ain't the next whomever, it's the new kid |
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Big bag of money, big bag of money |
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Big bag of money, big bag of money |
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Let me see what you got, baby, open it up |
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If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin' up |
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If that's a spliff in your mouth, best be lightin' it up |
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I need a drink 'cause the bass is spillin' my cup |
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Let me see what you got, baby, open it up |
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If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin' up |
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If that's a spliff in your mouth, baby, pass it up |
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I need a drink 'cause the bass is spillin' my cup |
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Run daddy run |
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Yeah, fires them all but they be comin' back |
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Run daddy run |
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Black trench and black hearts to match |
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Run daddy run |
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Yeah, give 'em a yard best forget the wig' |
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Cause this ain't the next whomever, it's the new kid |
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Run daddy run, run daddy run |
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Run daddy run |