Lyrics:
the pit of poverty I was dingey If you want be around me fam just help the mission There's no I in team if you think so you trippin I'm pushin the whip
Keep a glockie Just in case he got road rage All these niggas They broke and they dingey No wonder why They wanna take my shit from me But they gotta
the track, and now we've got the knack too bad the guys don't know that our lives are cut back Locked inside my life inside my dingey shack Disciples enroute
the track, and now we've got the knack too bad the guys don't know that our lives are cut back Locked inside my life inside my dingey shack Disciples enroute
clipped! "Fighting out of the dark corner, in the dingey trunks, weighing in at three tablespoons, from the island of Rikers!" Master
to Keep quiet - couldn't hold it in I mean the bed was too spring-ey, the room was too dingey You really can't blame me, I found her on Hinge-y Life is
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