| She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt, that woman have
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| Skin would glisten like reflections off the bluest jag
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| She had a Jewish dad and a Jamaican maid
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| Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers
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| And selling the pussy for paper to play
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| Crusty feet like she hiked for days and live in the mountains
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| At the pub she piss in the fountain shit on the Michigan towers
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| She quick to split
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| She loves some dick in her bowels
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| Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her sniffles with flour
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| Straight flieshman
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| In the private part of her pussy pocket
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| Random pussy farting
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| Sold at the hookers auction
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| Left as a crooked orphan
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| Wrapped in the sports section
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| Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer but
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| Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar
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| Apple cider baths
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| Sit in the vinegar
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| Bonrsolino
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| PS
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| So many unfamiliar faces that have come and gun
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| Your a constant fucked you in the school closet
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| We were young then experimental periods
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| Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period
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| Stole my mothers car crashed it by the burger king
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| Young blood but we thought it was eternity
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| Raw sex never thought about paternity
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| But now this cunt is trying murder me
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| Abusing me physically and verbally
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| Said my dick was too small
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| I went and got the surgery just to show it off
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| This ain’t real shit baby I’m just going off
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| Clear the mind fuck it so I wrote a song
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| Night life I’m destined for the bright lights
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| Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes
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| She hold me down break a bottle on the bitch head
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| 25 out the pussy and it’s mislead
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| We always end up in the situation
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| She throwing diapers out the window at me
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| Called the cops said I be the face
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| Beat the case now I shiver at her sweet embrace
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| Sucking like a vacuum
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| Like a Smack spoon
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| Bubble butt thicker then the double dutch
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| In the family tied up and bubble fuck
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| Cold tard and I mean it
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| I thought we grow to be old farts in Phoenix
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| Well now you see me low scarves and a ski knit
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| But I’ve been here since the beginning like a prefix
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| But I’m a to do what I gotta do
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| Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux
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| Over your head after sex shorty hold me in bed
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| Smoking Ethiopian red
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| The son goes a single teardrop fallopians bled
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| Nowadays you catch the hooker Sniffing coke in the shed
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| It’s a damn shame I’m just chilling eating lamb brain
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| I keep the weiner on display for the campaign
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| I’m just doing what I had to do
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| Drop me in the ground but I’m not going
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| To the top till I fall just like Owen
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| Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Love Story 2012 , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп