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mortuaries up They wouldn't know it where's the funeral Burial? I'm coming strapped It's that nigga wanted throwing that Nigga on his back i'm the gat toter
brother, though, for real Let me tell you 'bout my brother Man, let me tell you 'bout my brother, though My brother a tool toter, my brother a tombstoner
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
palm trees, the crib Cuba (yeah) The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin' The gun toter, one dream, to win, solo (Brrt) Ride with my block, ride
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
toter nana, smoke kusher I know you lovin' how I do it when I switch up the nizzame Skinny nigga Diggy in ya city getting chizzange Like I'm Carmelo, meet
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
the enemy to the sky like Buzz Lightyear (yeah, yeah) Let 'em speak on me, fuck that shit Fuck it, we ain't gon' clear shit up (why?) I'm a choppa toter
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
self I'm the four pound toter, the phil blunt smoker Believe me not, i'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the pete rock remixes Never walk
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
to smoke with Snoopy I still remain that dick grabbing slacker that spit a loogie 'Cause the toter of the toolie'll murder you friggin' moolies Fuck outta
climbing for the top, representin' for the country I'm the people's champ right out the deer camp Shotgun toter, republican voter Hank Junior supporter,
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
sofas Plug loafers made of cobra Handle rock like Villanova Gave him cold shoulders But the neck colder for them TEC Toter, get the Lex chauffeur, yo
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
All you cotton toters, Mississippi floaters, Gather all about! Gather all about! Got some things to tell ya. Not a thing to sell ya.
New I to Cali next plateau U.N.I.versal Unleash the black rain Show em who in control, electro-magnetic pull on the hole, ill as toters bang out Til
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