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the stuff inside of a Rubber room. Not even Moe wants more too soon. As death looms, the motherfucking Stuff blooms. The stuffs victims I consume. Dead
again, yeah With no rubber She sent me those pics Turn the heat to ten Steaming under covers Go and tell your friends What this is, toxic motherfucker You
Jump in if you coming If you aint then stay inside On a journey to the top The rubbers hot enjoy the ride Skrt skrt skrt Got us swerving side to side
Wanna hurt a nigga feelings hit his bitch without a rubber This nigga asking all these questions like he undercover My old trap slappin had to get
Benji, Benji, Benji, fill my pockets up with dead man Get the text in, then we bring the techs in Brand new FN, that shit like my best friend Go best
dead But could it be worse? Time to make a stand They took their rubber bullets, trying to shut you down You're stronger than this, you know you can
All my niggas goin' dumb We want the cake and not the crumbs I'mma step on nigga's heads Boy you play I'll leave you dead Step right here, you dying
eating my girl out GTV 'til I hurl out Run a plan, get swirled out What the fuck you so early 'bout You dead broke at your girl house I'm sellin' out
to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her
and getting head Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look
All a sudden everybody one hundred But not too many one thousand I run through the hundred, and keep all the rubber You can bet they want
stayin riding in dem Chevvys And you know and our pain is "flip flop" We walkin right dead on your porch And you know we ain't goin "knock knock" You
human waste dumped in the Nile Well one thing is certainly true no one here knows what to do I'm Sick of You The radio said there were 400 dead in
cause a blackout Dead end There's no chnce to back out Hit the tripwire Duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I
a lot I’m dead game - let my chain swing Hh I ball a lot Rubber band shorty you could be my Barbie Private after party - apples and bacardi I should use
tattoos are the shit Add a big encrypted markings And your tattoos look like shit A blind kid scribbled with marker Burn rubber - Parking lot Tires
[Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat
Travelin' down that coaltown road, Listen to those rubber tires whine; Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore I'm leavin' you behind. I've been
Travelin' down that coal town road. Listenin' to my rubber tires whine. Goodbye to Buckeye and white Sycamore. I'm leavin' you behind. I've been
Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause
I want skin for my bed, spread I swear the sky just bled, red I buy, twitch my neck, bread I'll take them to my bed, dead I might've lost my
the gun went rooty-toot-toot, As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled, cho: Send for your rubber-tired hearses, send for your rubber-tired hacks, Carry old
Fake friends who wanna break bread, they stretch like the latex All of the demons inside my head, it's got my demeanor a lil dead Smoking that dope when
I'm from a place where almost every face is crude and dead Minor thugs supply the drugs from fentanyl to Sudafed Dealers like screw the feds, peeling
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