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world, I'm the dope dealer I love it when she talk crazy That dick make her walk crazy That last time was awesome, all the lines We crossed them I ain't
to follow God like Bishop But when they see that you bitcher Prepare for a ditch of Dirt, I give you a list of families That hurt, but oh well, fuck it That's
the look it's the will Razor blade tongue still Run of the mill Run of the mill Fire drill Jack fell but Jill Then stood on the hill Her laugh was shrill I
standing in the light Well it shortens the range of your vision So you can't even see your hands And it stands on one leg and just listens - Don't talk
Yea this sound like a movie right here Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack! Bullets and guns moke! Dipset! Now If we was playing pro-ball,
It doesn't stop for him walks on (Grr, ayo) 'Cause he don't want you to know that You can walk on the water Well, I'ma tell you right now grr Ayo,
Yea this sound like a movie right here Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack! Bullets and guns moke! Dipset! Now If we was playing pro-ball,
and shoutin and helpin us turn it out Is everybody sayin play? (PLAY!) Say play! (PLAY!) Well OK! Alright, woo! Everybody get up! Oooooeee, yeah!
Summer here is over in a million different ways You look like a dream sometimes but I don't dream these days Yesterday the snow fell by four
your gun solar mill competition got to chill ill Carolina you all run down Shaggy's not around do you know how you sound Coming over here asking for
honey... Robby, darling... Eight o'clock on Monday Bobby fella... Bobby baby... Bobby, come on over for dinner! We'll be so glad to see you!
grips all on my ass Private show with the music blasting He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty Red wine drip, we'll talk that trash
a wristband All these niggas shaky, might as well dance I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's on Taliban Big foreign truck, it's lift up like
it hell for a hustler This is how we ride Not knowing if we'll live or die Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side In case
though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in Hell. On a Christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your
many, but we ridin' tonight Well, it's that pimp talk that ain't that pimp walk It's big pimpin' over here, player, that just started See, we fresh
so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it's the American way right? Home of the brave and free (It's America) Free just to murder me
mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck death row, we'll take 'em out We got the whole rap game bangin' now
looks sad and lonely Tell me she's been missing me like crazy Yeah, just look me in the eye and lie Was she over by the jukebox? Playing songs we
gon’ win over and over and Over and then you wake up You still can’t believe it! You know Why? Because you was lied To by Google you was lied To by Mark
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by I never sleep When trouble steals thoughts From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
much we probably numb to it by now After all, it's the American way right? Home of the brave and free (It's America) Free just to murder me (land
And never catch on fire How come? You silly motherfucker, I'm fire Smack the Devil over the cheek Gave him a third-degree burn Iced it down the same week
So lonesome I could die Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun Then we told each other it was over and done But here I go doing
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