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Just with my confesion buzzing what I am |
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Coming up and stick drugs yeah, aayye, aayee |
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Way don't you let me scored, you hate, hate, hate |
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Way don't you let me help myself |
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And what can I do now for you |
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Way can a bust here for you |
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Way don't you look at me that way, way, way |
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And we living in a block with a little spark light |
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Truck on churls |
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And tined so toul |
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She's a awaste of time and out of balls |
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Well I play 'till eighty for today |
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I can't believe it's for your hate |
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I like you to step at every corner after my face |
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And we living in a block with a little spark light |
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Heey, yeeh ooyeey |
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Well I play 'till eighty for today |
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I can't believe it's for your hate |
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Way don't you look at me that way, |
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And we living in a block with a little spark light |
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Way can I do it for you |
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Broking my ball to fallow you |
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Way don't you look at me that way, way, way |
