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(One)
My future is colorful (One)
Why they so miserable? (One)
They come like Miss Trunchbull (turn, turn)
Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel

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MEN SÅ PLUTSELIG FIKK cLLE NOK

FOR MISS TRUNCHBULL ER OG BLIR EN STOR FLOPP 

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VI TURTE IKKE

miss it, I sadly dismiss it
She badly want kisses
I drive her, she listen
Surviving them trenches
What a dangerous life
Came up from the hustle
I had

ever sat on the mattress at daddy's
House while you got that suttin under you?
It's peak if I go put this gun to you
The ting fat like Miss Trunchbull

Adele
I kept goin' back to jail
I was swingin' 'round them balls like I'm Miss Trunchbull
I swear I got comfortable
Empty prison cell, nothin' but

hundreds do
Need that cake
Where the fuck is Miss Trunchbull
Bitch I got goals I can't fuss you
Try put ya foot in another shoe
Took all them L's, now I'm up

lights and smoke in the car
Macally I stay away from hoes like Miss Trunchbull
Say she hate kids so I put them on her dimples
I'm official, but not the one

cannot make herself comfortable
Smoke up the weed til my lungs of full
We make these niggas uncomfortable 
Dotty bells fat like Miss Trunchbull 
Bout my

heavyweight
Like Miss Trunchbull
She said your comical
Feel me in her abdominal
Bro I don't wanna ball
I'm here because i want it all

Mileage
Had

stand
You landed in Agatha's trap had you playing
The Sims with a Halloween pack now then
It's strange that this damsel demands
That her made-up children

English Murder Mystery

The Lucksmiths

First Tape

I love her but she loves Agatha Christie
And she's so wrapped up in the English Murder Mystery
I was nowhere near the scene of the crime
I was

Figadoh

Scarface

Rush Hour II

2001

agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme 'cause

It's not a mystery (nah), Agatha Christie (what)
Don't diss me and be misty (ayy)
Or you'll miss me and that's risky (trust)
Get frisky and let's make

Yeah I talk a lot, sit down, I’m the speaker 
I got a puppet in my closet-I’m so mysterious
I do a puzzle, miss a piece, I’m muthafucking furious
My

Asesinato en el Orient Express, en primera clase como Ágatha Christie
Resucitada a lo Frankestein en la cabeza de Mary Shelley
Quiero salir del

to hearken my art before I'm snapping like a Stark
I'm not capping, been a quark, blink and you might miss me
Came back, then there were none, on my Agatha

What be the reason, It must be the season
I feel like I can't even miss
Since I went viral, I'm hitting a high note
Cause all I been making is hits

Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm,

fischi (già)
Io che rappo coi crismi, tiro 'sti Cristi
Come dei freesbee, M don't miss, ogni barra è crispy
Fra', sono caldo, cataclismi
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