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With my guy in the Box Chevy He got a job, used to move rock steady Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy Nigga driving like he the black Tom
in a three room run down shack At the foot of the hill by the railroad track Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down My daddy worked
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe While I ride by, players chucking deuces back Bobs holl'in out "hi"
Ye ye ye You know say time gang dey here so You already know PoKa Senorita you can see Get ten thousand by my side but na you way I see ohh Never try
to free falling Had me falling all over her Thank god she let me Thank god for that chevy Thank god for tom petty Ain't it funny how time flies by when you
Here we've got Avatar in the house We've got Tom in the house We've got Evan somewhere We've got Lucas playing the bass I think Wait no that's Tom
Tom Barrett? More like Tom Beretta Cause he shoots all his shots, he's a go getter F. O. A. P., that's Frakes on a Plane The founder of NamesCon, he's
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer Que des 6-0, sans forcer On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer 94.0, sans forcer Danew By Rohff, bob DT C'est l'été
ran it up, bitch, why you leave? Burnt out all the tires Then I threw the keys High tops with lace, we ain't come to play Stick caught a Jake, clip him
no lies Bird ain't no man so I'm really gonna fly By I'm headed up high, why Coming for my shooters because it's eye for an eye One cross you'll
she'd pass for 17 Too pretty to be working such a lousy job Beauty queen smile, hair cut in a bob Sidney Wells' rig came weaving down the road
his brains get touched Turn his brains to muk Looking all gooey and shit Just by the looks You had a brick its like ya boofing the shit man Hands
chetter bob You ain't tribe you cant ride by my side find a better mob But you can't though what you ain't know you just thank slow I been in them hoods
viel Spaß!" Takeshi, Yamaha, Sushi-Bar, Hongkong Kung Fu, Honda, Mit'subishi, Tom Tom Hyundai, Kawasaki, Shanghai, Nippon Shaolin, Samurai, Karaoke,
ਹਾਂ Bob Dylan ਦੀ hoodie ਕਾਲੀ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਤੇ Tom glass ਕੁੜੇ ਸਾਨ ਜੱਟ ਮੋਡ ਕਰਨ mirror black ਰਖੀ ਰਹਿਣੀ ਬਹਿਣੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਹੀ class ਕੁੜੇ ਹੋ dust boot ਆਂ ਨੂ ਲਗਨ ਨਾ ਦੇਂਦਾ
He's in a class by himself A league of His own He'll give life to the dead He'll breathe on your bones He's more than a homeboy He's king on a thrown
I'm just another Russell Group punk Just another Distrokid kid Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame When the child
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
u phone and a text with John Smile in a me face bout you love badman Out a road You have a portion a man Stick a pin Me ago name them one by one Tom
she don't play like that Sleep by my side with a baseball bat Broke hoes n her ears Niggas in her eyes like a swarm of gnats Hoes bust it down While d
played ya shit at the club and you got the DJ fired Ask around the city 'bout me they gon say "he make fire" Pull up in the whip, screen the tires I could
eggs Benedict Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy It's time I society beats release Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By
words in a bismol energy It's time I society beats release Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
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