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until your next happy event Cocaine works by keeping the transporters From mopping up the dopamine By keeping the transporters from Mopping up
My baby, she comes out at night She's takin' me by surprise, she's my baby Like gravy, down to the last drop I keep mopping her up, yeah yeah,
The water is black the coast was clear Now they're sweating dollars, dripping fear What a way to end the fiscal year Mopping up the dirty pool,
My baby, she comes out at night She's taking me by surprise, she's my baby Like gravy, down to the last drop I keep mopping her up, yeah, yeah, she's
on the way to New York Like a bachelor, opposite Björk See me live mopping up the whole floor Got the boys with the esprit de corps Yeah, yeah, yeah And I make
any more (No, he don't) Doing the dishes Mopping up that floor (Yes, he is) Well he used to go out drinking Looking for a fight Now he gotta see
say Keep the talking now my choppa spray My god I'm laughing cause now I pay And yall be laughing cause I got money aye Jump in da moshpit We mopping up
Fuck it up yeah you know its fuckin Snicky-D Now I'm mopping up these fools that just be flopping Bitches be shopping, my eyes be drooping and dropping
desperate Baby don't stop We're finding out blessings everyday Blessed to celebrate Mopping up what's unlocked I guess we made it I'm on the mic, still
me (Thats why I) Drop the guillotine, just to leave em weak Mopping up the scene, you don't need to sweep No surprise, we ain't saying it's a mystery
em) Cops on da left (fuck em) Opps on da right (fuck em) He lacking I tell ma brody mob em up Mop em up I do da mopping (I do da mopping) I do da
Hustle Repeat On it Start from the bottom again Top it then drop it, now mopping again Fucking them up with a bucket again Hustling again, hustling
dreams gonna need Elohim to have to come and intervene Any time I bop and then I lean Gun shots scream Next they'll be mopping up the mopping up the scene
a prophet So stop it or drop it popping and mopping Up remains of the sobbing Ho's get left on read by Neff Who foul but all refs they knowing best Fuck with
a prophet So stop it or drop it popping and mopping Up remains of the sobbing Ho's get left on read by Neff Who foul but all refs they knowing best Fuck with
Making up all words Running, running away Building up those lies Running left and right Calling all big names Mopping up those empty words Mopping
eyes on me Mopping up the floor when I drip that steez Winning everytime that I play my piece If slayin it's a crime better call the police Everywhere I
mopping up tears again Breakdown, heartache Sometimes University I'll make one more attempt to justify Washed up, run down Sometimes universally reviled
times steals And put it in your pocket with the piece you're carrying Border! We're marching the border Murder! We're mopping up murder Border! We're
I'm tired of mopping up my tears off the floor i am I'm ready to forget my past and carry on with life And the only thing that i really need Is
you, while you fondle me too Choked up, envisions of faux fur mopping up my front pours She's a crapshoot waving in the middle In the mansion
behind But it haunts her mind You see, she's his little rag Nothing more than just a waif And he's mopping up his need She is tired and afraid
behind But it haunts her mind You see, she's his little rag Nothing more than just a waif And he's mopping up his need She is tired and afraid
behind But it haunts her mind You see, she's his little rag Nothing more than just a waif And he's mopping up his need She is tired and afraid
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