Lyrics:
trying to bring them home, it ain't easy Hot necks rant 'bout urban "tookers" Book worms point their nose at winged words And liberal lips conserve their
the land of gun tookers And weed smokers poverty is sickness Plus them grew vicious You don't want your juice To be dripping on a late night Buck 50 till ya
to run dem 9s & im still goin long They like dank where u been I'm like shx not far She tellin me she miss me & she ain't eva seen me Hit er phone n tooker
solutions But I want the real you, Edith Tooker, not Vikki Dougan Five pack Russian Cream, and it sure do got me grooving You take a hit of this, and you're
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