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a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk
clucktion I show urgency So prolific exposing you bitches We the game sewed in stitches You ain't equipped and can't be coexisting I'm making shit rattle
learned that when I truly need some help Not to keep my fucking mouth sewed shut Not everything should stay the same It's okay to have some change If we
a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk
cooling down my back And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My daddy was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk
Vermin-ploundered void inside. City flash melts the wax soul. Sewed myself shut in speechless mouth. Could it be the promised land? Elysium,
more weed than y'all, and I know the way that I do it has got you cold, Double A-ron's got this game sewed up y'all playas know, [Chorus: x2]
and coat are patched with love That Margaret sewed in Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam He watches tugboats down canals And calls out to them
Little Swedish Surgeon Took Her Case. Cut, Pasted And Sewed, Changing Her Totally, Renewed And Gay. Shoulders Now Broad, Finally A Man. Please Accept
something you don't know game is sewed And I told hizo crown, evil frown Start to spread from town to town If you growing nappy rolls you and playa super down
on yo side You never know which one of my niggaz ready to ride You think you got 'em sewed up, them my niggaz You think you got 'em barred out, them my
dog god Cross ya heart foo, and hope to die Cause you will die when you crucify Cause I gots frisco all sewed up Pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
said that my jumbos are working Two for five blacktops Give me props Padlocks on glocks Sewed up like Fort Knox Columbian rocks on weight like
a tailor, Sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans. Now, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk,
the law You sewed on a couple spikes, learned to sing like Fat Mike And your thinking about turning vegan I've got so many problems with you I just don't
much No luck you get blowed up All of you niggas goes out The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up Hold up and wait a minute It's time
ready for this He got the game sewed up, no I'm talkin' 'bout Swiss Oh yeah, I know you wanna fight it, but why would you try? We got 'em shakin'
Of the children of the sun And the moon, and the earth And some Indian god Sewed the wound up into a hole Pulled it 'round to our belly To remind us
Floated down in a cage I built myself in earlier days I thought I’d breathe easier this way But now I can’t get away I sewed every piece with
pape' long He lived off that headshot, now his face sewed We put some work on that nigga, now the case closed My only goal when I leave is to make it
You’ll always find your way back If you retrace and follow your old path Back pedal, pulling by my hand Reverse and do it over again Sewed together
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