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Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how to blow up Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up Work ya thang baby, show 'em how
hello I said oh babe Don't let me forget your name Cause we got this sewed up Yeah we got this sewed up I said oh babe I can't get you out of my brain
We got every thing sewed up, we keep it in motion we got everything sewed up right down to the isotope smaller than you can see with a microscope
They sewed my eyes shut They cut my tongue My body's full of secrets The crows talk when you can't hear it They took my blood They killed my love They
got da whole block sewed up E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn
Everything must go, everything sold out Everything sewed up, everybody gold mouth Everybody keep one, everybody country Everybody southern, down
Where did you even go Cuz I don't even know Why do you keep it sewed Why do you keep it sewed Where did you even go Cuz I don't even know Why do you
got da whole block sewed up E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn
the rags to use There were rags of many colors But every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags
the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags
sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of As she sewed she told the story from
the rags to use There were rags of many colors and every piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags
the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags together
in the fall Mama sewed the rags together sewin' every piece with love She made my coat of many colors that I was so proud of When she sewed she told
the rags to use There were rags of many colors and every piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall Mama sewed the rags
and they sewed, they sewed, they sewed Murder on the scene yea you know, you know, you know Servin all these fiends, and they know so blow your nose Name
Money is the motive, Money is The motive Money is the motive V-12 in motors These hundreds won't fold up The game is now sewed up The Money's
I'm way uptown With a brand new suit Rhinestone gloves and Rhinestone boots Meeting other tribes Asking if they've Sewed enough Whole hood telling me
the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags
You sewed my wings on just right Just to fly me over the cukoo's nest A promise of flight to excite We're soaring high with the rest You sewed my
is how you do me (do me) Hard to get cause your heart is just sewed up (sewed up) Ruined from past people, so what? (what) I got what you need so don't
cut up) Got that iron in this bitch Got the game sewed up Respect my mf come up (uh) Cut on my song Bitch I'm in my zone Til I die I'm a mf stunna Real
All I'm asking is you fa sho taking this road With a nigga like me I got it sewed If shit unfold is you gon fold I'm tryna see We weather storms,
time in years I've opened up The light was peering Through the blinds And you sewed them shut I guess there wasn't the time Just to make a call
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