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Red 40 this, red 40 that Ms. Hurtt's Tesla is red 40 wack What you want, this or that Now I got red 40 on my ass, I got I got bitties counting all my
I lost my cousin And my dawg That shytt hurtt da same When they took Rere I was locked up But I felt the pain I kno dem babies Miss dey mama Cuz I
the court going for thirtyy I dont need water cause I aint thirstyy With Jesus on my side nothing can hurtt meee Ball for the king ball for the king Ball for
love it hurtts This a call for help-me help me help me ! Oh im drivingg On my way to see her Help me help me help me ! Im driving on my way to see her
malcontent Iv hurtt longer than you But ill survive For far to long Have we been told Well never get anywhere We need no comfort Inside calling true Just
hurtt yo heads just to top it Hunnids in my jeans bet I'm rubbing off the paint Got a rari that go skirt Yuh we on a different page Always speeding
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