Lyrics:
you want i'll adopt A little Cambodian boy And if you want i'll bring you A billion hours of joy A little Cambodian, a little Cambodian, a little
And she is crying, a cry of fear Cambodian girl Dry your eyes and turn it over One day you're homeward bound Back to the sun cambodian girl Lay your head
Hit that hoe like Tay-K, uh You not my homie, no, no, no (no, no, no) You not my homie, you do not know me Got a bitch on me, she is Cambodian
Pull up on ya shawty and shit Pull up on ya shawty and shit Gotta bitch and that bitch is foreign she a Cambodian chick Pull up wit them 40s and shit
sabretooths My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathin' suit Light a candle in the snow Fuck a Christmas carol You can kill a Cambodian Can't kill
to the [tedium / GBM] The Cambodian Cambodian [rip]
Im on my high horse I need a crib on the hill With a golf course Cambodian baddie That pussy to die for She lick on the top of the head Like a high
Cambodian blues The fever burns 180 degrees I'm breaking down I'm down on my knees My head is heavy My hands are starting to shake And I don't know How much
Versaces, ho (yeah) I got a Cambodian bitch (yeah) and she mixed with a J Lo I got more keys than a custodian, I can switch my doors every day, though Old
do it Sikhs, Basques, Serbo-Croatian Cambodians all join in the festivities Hindu, Muslin, Jews, Christian It doesn't matter what ever your
the name of Fu Man Tu Afraid of shoeless, undernourished Cambodians While we strike big wheat Bargains with Russia Our nuclear enemy just how blind,
vision red rum Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian Grand openings of barber shops and stock My
to rise the mercury Heat niggas, street niggas Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, niggas Looking Cambodian whilst standing at the podium
with the fallopian, wide as auditorium She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, four
the trees with the night scope Inhaling on a blunt of Cambodian red dope Them niggas died in a blast, we start they gassin' Motherfuckin' Triple 6
the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more, it don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian I'll slime you so hard you could be
the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more, it don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian I'll slime you so hard you could be
By the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more It don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian, I'll slime you so hard you
all your brain cells dead get you a bag of dat cambodian red and since i keep most of the blunts on the track I wanna know black, yo where the bud
Cambodian, doly in the Benz Turnin up the sounds of 2006 This the future of rap I'll give you a glimpse of this So you can be ahead of the game And impress
floor Pockets used to be malnutrition - Cambodian Come through with a K and sweep Your hood like the custodian Throw a couple of bands Throw a couple
War after war The lion roar Hell after hell Cambodian death bells Scum after scum They blot out the sun Hill after hills In the killing fields
Cambodian on diddy Land with a plan all ready Bring it back and go get it This ain’t as seen on tv. We break neck and break backbone. Goes for everyone I’ve
War after war The lion roar Hell after hell Cambodian death bells Scum after scum They blot out the sun Hill after hills In the killing
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