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Throw a round game, Strasburg pitching Tonight no pictures, everything's straight And we gonna toast up for the niggas that hate And we gonna drink
his back for good Loving every last hood Wax and zay they on the yard This ain't Stephen Strasburg Your ass tech you off the squad I'm in the post
37 wassup Southside, southside, south Southside, southside, south 37 wassup Okay, I'm number 37, call me Gizzy Strasburg That's all the way to heaven
K's on my wrist like I'm Strasburg Couple Rollie's on my arm now my wrist hurt
then she know to continue bagging up Fuck the elevator, put in work, we took the ladder up Pitching on the mound, Strasburg, Nigga batter up Moved
I booked a gig in Strasburg Lancaster County She chained me to the bed frame As soon as she found me And I was laying there delirious When things
już dziś Lecz nie licz na Strasburg i ciepłą celę By obronić wolność potrzeba twej krwi Śmigłowiec już na ciebie czeka paliwa pełny ma bak Wolni
Strasburg dba by dobrze czuli się również ci ludzie Xxi wiek europejczyk biały kolor skóry ma być twoim piętnem Bo rasizmem jest powód do dumy Matka europa
Tu mieszkał Jan Kowalski, a tutaj Pawlak stary Lecz Strasburg zdecydował, że już moje są hektahy Jodelo eo hi Jodelo eo hi Tu krowa, a tam świnia,
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