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rip it elsewhere [J-Ro] Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand
be on that Peter Pan that NYC you need in me then hit me Commend me no not really, and shawty don?t be silly We ain?t trippin of the history this a one
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saw Mrs. Diaphragm Pussy ain't shit, give it to me in a frying pan Who's catching coodies, pussy gotta a doodies Brush with the remedy, when given up the booty A
. Miley: Daddy! There was a one and a million chance you were going to be a rockstar and that happened, there was a one in a million chance that i'd be
a leg trying to get at your bread Now that's fucked up right Admit it, that's fucked up right (yo) Used to crave gettin' with it But a spoiled appetite
a she thing, and it's all in me (It ain't nothin' but a she thing, I could be anything that I want to be baby Don't consider me a minority Yeah, you
to rip it elsewhere [j-ro] Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand
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Wasted all day And its time to get up Your already too late And you just missed the bus We can't be to blame If you got drunk with us Your excuses don
Lets make a plan To end these issues Turn our backs and call it a night Bite all the hands That try to feed you Then beg them all for a second chance
five thousand feet, they my parachutes Got a click full of rasta that's quick to shoot And that's a fact, a real dread don't need beeswax Me a rudebwoy