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Hmm, he's good-bad, but he's not evil Tell me more, tell me more Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes (tell me more) Dirty fingernails (tell me
a liven right Buzz buzz buzz Now the toughest hide grows on a mule Cause he's a bulky stubborn fool He likes to look at you and glare An never even
a liven right Buzz buzz buzz Now the toughest hide grows on a mule Cause he`s a bulky stuborn fool He likes to look at yu and glare An never even
Hmm, he's good-bad, but he's not evil Tell me more, tell me more Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes (tell me more) Dirty fingernails (tell me
Hmm, he's good-bad, but he's not evil Tell me more, tell me more Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes (tell me more) Dirty fingernails (tell me
or a Maserati Never needed others for my personal validation She ain't getting touched if she cannot hold a conversation Never had a bulky Richard Mille
of room underneath the arms the coat's not bulky it weighs about an ounce And it's practically void of any frivolous flounce I will admit it has shoulder
It is an early Monday morning. The sun is becoming bright on the land. No one is watching as he comes a walking. Two bulky suitcases hang from his
Apollo Whip this bulky like Costco, I'm out here and dodging 5-0 I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho But it ain't about
"Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" '88 Riker's Isle, banging for phone time One big nigga slid through, bulky with two shines Winked
niggas about Homicides and things Watch out now, pardon my chain I know my shit bulky But it's just part of my game Jewelry like the Juice Crew in the ‘80s
(hey) Niggas (ho) Y'all hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down, the VIP lounge I get in the club, I don't need ID now Bulky nig',
"Help! I'm being robbed!" "Help! I'm being robbed!" '88 Riker's Isle, banging for phone time One big nigga slid through, bulky with two shines Winked
bitches 8 legs i Make every hoe ink I'm the type to tell a bitch That her fucking pussy stinks Get your weight up shut up My air comes bulky these dudes is
a spliff of cess Bulky Coog' wit the vest, cop Smith and Wes' Nigga riff or 'fess He'll be at peace wit the rest Tote a weapon, still be steppin' wit finesse
hawkin' this million, bitch, I can taste it Stogie hella bulky, we pour up for elevation Have patience, fuck all that waitin', where the bag at? A half
throw up your hands like a fan and surrender Nigga don't be a pretender You ain't the Hulk G Give up the cash and all the big bulky jewelry (All
woman crossing the street wearing thigh high leather boots And I noticed on her left leg there was this bulky shape and I realized she had gotten her boot
on your kitten Smellin' like chicken But finger-lickin' Nonetheless And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest So I won't bust no bulky shot 'Cause
But I'm prayin' on my come up like Lamby Young boy I was charged like a battery Bought a shotgun, that was comin' in handy The pack looking bulky
grill, you can't block it Rebelious 1 who never like to carry small guns I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for ya wig And any pig that try
could neva be me Blew Interscope check on the hood Stuffed the opposition dead in a wood Cause it's foreva smokey Fun sized AR's shells hella bulky
dream... She don't sell drugs or ev'ning news, She's got those rosebuds in her hand, She took those Goodwill, bulky shoes Because she's got so long
here the cleanest My suit so bulky that there's room for my penis Baked a nigga didn't rush for the toaster Leather face Made his flesh a cup holder
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