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I'm about to party with a few hoes |
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They have their hearts of the colour of an icon |
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But I get smacked off |
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Most of these guys saw |
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I took the flink but i sent them off |
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My adrenaline got me high as a bad sack |
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Nobosy's left but a bunch of vixons, watching me with wide eyes |
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I tell them to run away and find a job |
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I think that somebody is still alive |
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And none a cloud on the sky |
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But inside it's raining |
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Thank you for dinning |
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I might as well I stuck my head in a mouth of a lion |
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This seems to catch his eye |
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Strip clubs come to kick us |
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I have my bomb ahead of |
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I ain't even got a violin |
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They come in my direction for my protection |
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I didn't see a collection |
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Corner of my eye caught a piece of me |
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I tossed back and turn the club into Detroit |
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I ain't even noticed, the team coming right to me |
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I popped a bottle of Jack Daniels |
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I guess if I played dead I would have hit him |
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Any last words and he said: fuck you |
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And I just move my shoulders and I said:I do |
