Lyrics:
working I work in New York City I'm a barefoot cop, oh Coffee, coffee, coffee's all I get How am I gonna get ahead I'm Grubin', I'm Hans Gruber
Bless your soul with the wata There's lots of love in the wata Fish for grub in the wata Rubadub in the wata Come see your face in the wata There be no
drink on this liquor mix molly Bacardi to numb all this pain i've Been feeling so sorry No whipping no rari just thotties and Parties And grubin' on pizza
haben die was gefobinnen? Haben die was Normabil, sie haben abilles gefunden Jay Beach May Beach grübin, weibis, graubis, türkis Amenakoyum. Sie haben
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