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Kehoe Kezi Kezi Kehoe Kezi This shit got me trippin I was meant for this shit, give it all I got Like, soon I'ma be on the top Realize who with you,
gave him a yell Kehoe spiked the nog With a chain-link fence and a scrap-iron jaw Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring
ya girl in Kehoe Double up her gut get to stickin like a needle Guess you not her type Shorty see her pheno Once I got a mic All I did was see hoes
and our heart won't beat I'm up all night, I don't get no sleep Fuck this hoe, and I get a treat Kehoe, Alex, Bill, they had to retreat They had to run,
coming from your eyeballs Our studies say it might not be the petrol Doctor Bobby Kehoe out here lyin' to the Federal But hesitant? Hit up the hospital
mcmon mr kehoe (shane). No riddem We beat box Or we can make a beat Beating Palms and fists Pon tables Yeah I need qwop But As long as I can eat From
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