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America, in America I'm back, I'm back, in America In America, in America I'm back, I'm back, in America In America, in America I'm back, I'm back, in
mom say'but god bless america Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, to the dawn's early light, light Mami in the club, full of stars, we got stripes Walk it
is too bitter sweet our blood in the streets Black body slain in the street the body look just like me The problem is you ignite us, insight
You're America's most wanted tonight|I'll do my 25 to life|If I can have you by my side||Cause, You're America's most wanted tonight|And I will shout
side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this Bitter sickness, and left us to witness Yo Curses from war, innocent blood
yourself off the floor America she lost all her friends The fun never ends until you buy your own beer Rehab so bitter and wired So used up and tired hey
AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA At the car wash
the fall of America, this is the fall of America I'm tryna give you the game But you'd rather be in the club tryna rock ya hips Fighting this war with a man
Bank of America, Bank of America Bank of America, Bank of America 500k off a jug got em starin' bruh Bank of America, Bank of America Bank
C.E.O just hurled Jealousy envy fame they can't take it no more That's not how i roll but the United States reality T.V. show It's America it's America
Check, check Story of my streetz, yeah yeah Story of my streetz, yeah yeah The story of my streetz be soundin bitter for real The story of my
only got debt to bet Unleaded spent, patrolling for the petrol Kids starve, parents high on cholesterol Trends retro, they're in the club and get low
life's a movie call it Angels in America Wolf on Wall Street high class rich ballers Fly wit the wing like she came outta Hooters My lyrics so sick they
That you'll be surprised At the relative ease Of going door to door To sell some seeds In the Junior Sales Club of America You can win an umbrella
we represent for everybody, everybody All the real niggas in America (come on) Where you at or where the fuck you from (come on) We represent for
come my church I go comot the devil for your belle by force Indaboski skindaboski Preacher man got the oil don't touch Shey na America visa you go get
your club, not in the toilet either You don't enjoy the beaver You'd rather plot on how to get below your boy, The Peter America's Club and Fase 2, I
on a cell fussing with my girl cussing If you see me in the club it's only right we got to smoke something Don't want to see me on the street busting like
community organize our school like they learned at the school of the school of the americas in the general chicago's dirty south side. when the dirty
love America You're gonna have a ball You're gonna love America Yeah after all You gotta rip it off, of the top And fill in all the details Drop it in
so maybe I can get a chance Without a song about makin' bitches dance I hope all the clubs close 'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building
Waste showing love to bike clubs across america Now Lets salute Just Rev em up Rev em up Represent your club give em love and your area Now lets salute
America's the only place where anything sells Yeah, plus I don't know, something 12, fuck 12, yeah I don't give a fuck, fuck America I be in the clubs, I been
What is America to me? A name, a map, the flag I see, a certain word, "Democracy." What is America to me? The house I live in, A plot
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