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right through you I walk right through you You took me for a joke You took me for a child You took a long hard look at my ass And then played golf
right through you I walk right through you You took me for a joke You took me for a child You took a long hard look at my ass And then played golf
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today Wearin' my old army sweater that you thought you threw away And when you saw me
The main peace keaper is playing golf All the wars are certainly lost And the armies have left the positions And the country will slide as a ghost
golf at a quarter to six I love to fuck on a regular bitch Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
I don't know about your brain- But mine is really bossy I come home from a day on the golf course And I find all these messages Scribbled
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder when you saw me first today And my old army sweater that you thought you threw away And when you saw me standin'
Had my golf clubs on my shoulder When you saw me first today Wearin' my old army sweater that You thought you threw away And when you saw me standin'
motherfuckers died for nothing You can't pay me to join an army camp Or any other motherfuckin' military branch of this United goddman States of this bitch
{"That's all I ask of you"} From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on back to Redhook Never lost a gram on any eighth that I cooked Fat Joe, army fatigue
to join an army camp Or any other motherfuckin' military branch Of this United goddman States of that bitch America Be a soldier, what for? They puttin'
the Army's West Point, because tuition was free He wed his girlfriend, Mamie in the middle of '16 Then trained tank crews at Gettysburg, had their first son
Rent-a-cop tried to tackle me, Got kicked in the face He got the bone He got the bone! Stole his fucking golf cart and Bust through the glass
me, riding with several bitches with slim physiques And I'm tryna see lights cameras action like Mr. Cheeks Army fatigue bake boxes for the league
I'm the one-man army, Bun B I've never been taken out I keep emcees breaking out I'm bringing real rap back and Taking the faking out I'm
full of army fatigue Buckets and dirty Kostons Flirtin' with the blunt before I lick it She fillin' out her curves And she can serve as an apprentice
like powder Voice golden like a fucked shower Sweet and sour Hold up wait I may be just sour I'm in my bag like a golf club Reject all these bitches like
the reservation Box full of drinks and lack of pavement Hit the gas, no hesitation Not a soul for miles Just a bunch of coyotes And an army of moths Swear to God
city Why you always wearing cargo pants There's no army there my man Selling me how Life is war and battles Also everything you fathom Fear will keep
Caney-Army hat nur Fans Und all die Hater sind gebangt Ich mach', dass die Straße bebt und Action mit der Walther-P Du du bist nicht in meiner Gang
Golf ist jetzt weg Vom Mercedes ersetzt, sag, wer redet noch schlecht ah Hebt eure Hände, Rap-Rebell ist jetzt hier und es geht 1, 2, 3 zu der 4 Und
the Delaware, but your soldiers couldn't swim That's Washington, such a shite tactician The fucking British Army didn't even want him I'm Wallace! And I'm
soft My car seats so soft These Heat Tags say "boss" You ho niggas so soft You ho niggas so soft My car seats so soft Your army so soft Real
soft My car seats so soft These Heat Tags say "boss" You ho niggas so soft You ho niggas so soft My car seats so soft Your army so soft Real
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