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of Ciroc With a hand full of ass Celebrate the very day that I get past (Through the barbed wire) We are, we are (fine) We are, we are (true) Through
quietly Sit by the tv Eat your KFC And leave me to my peace Please Please Barbed wire sickness This city is a prison Barbed wire sickness I am just
outlaw women down on Our side of the barbed wire Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke So We hang out by the bonfire Just the good ole
outlaw women down on Our side of the barbed wire Money grows in rows And if it don't you've gone broke So We hang out by the bonfire Just the good ole
on the nine nine Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice, Jumping that barbed wire fence,
Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga Had this one broad right, she was so damn sprung She used to hold my motherfuckin', motherfuckin' sack,
Finding him a woman who can shake like that Hottie, she's a hottie, got a smokin' little body String bikini and a barbed-wire tat She's a rockin' that
Call on go, always ready Staying low, arm is steady Barbed the wire but I ain't petty Can't X my dawgs man this ain't Belly No more staying in
bomboclaat I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothin' but a bra, boy I'm the real deal,
the secret joys That never were set free In the barbed wire boys And now one by one they're departing this earth And it's clear to me now 'xactly what they're
Hardcore heaven Hardcore heaven Thru the wire bitch I'm stepping Sent to hell by smith and Wesson hardcore heaven Hardcore heaven With this damn
blood, and the gift is accepted by God In this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreams I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing I close my
If I shoot they might call 12 Brotha by them barbed wires he really up in that jail cell Told you I ride for you girl I will never tell tell I'm
your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire And now the elephants
your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire And now the elephants
in the same spot that it started Bitch I walk into the sunset Dive into the moonlight Hop a barbed wire fence just To dance with fireflies my feet in
Poverty is feeling stuck inside the barbed wire They see roses but my people bleeding from the briar Shout this sucks then jas I'ma let them know I'ma
Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by
Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by
You heard me, you heard me My gun got many ways to get you You get hit with a missile and live You would need barbed wire to stitch you This is not
Barbed wire throne, cut so clean Riding hotwired drones out of blood soaked dreams Pockets swell need bagged ice, ill advised to chastise Get your
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire Laid by the father for the son. Good shelter down there on the valley floor, Down by where
window Brown grass or green grass Picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down You just lift your arms higher Raise 'em 'til your arms tired
Hey (hey) city boy stuck Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck, Should I throw him a rope? Nope, hell no, not me I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee
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