| Ya Trampmood
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| Teddy. |
| Wendigo
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| Three-four-three, hey
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| Three-four-three, hoe
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| Three-four-three, hey
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| three-four-three
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| Liquid. |
| Listen
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit
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| My head is stuffed to the top
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| These bitches bring a lot of problems
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| But I became number one forever (number one, number one)
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| Your thoughts will return like a boomerang
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| Today I saw a bunch of people
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| But I have never met such motherfuckers (ooh)
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| I'm wasting time on the wind
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| I hate those gossip
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| I don't intend to endure them
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| I take care of my nerves and
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| Count my money, hoe
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| I haven't kept them since birth, hoe
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| I'd rather salt it on the dope
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| And again I won't broke
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| And more money - more problems
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| I'm looking for answers everywhere
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| Became like a computer (right)
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| I count even in my sleep
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| I don’t need to climb in principle (no)
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| Get the hell out of your flattery
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| I don't need stupid advice (no)
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| I know I hate people (oh-oh)
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| Hoe, hoe
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| My thoughts do not give rest (peace)
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| Your chatter will drive into the coffin (drive into the coffin, drive into the coffin)
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| Know what people never know (hey)
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| Yes, I'm at zero (hey)
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| At the stash with this hoe
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| But still
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit
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| And this is your mistake
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| I thought about it so often
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| What will be the last day, yeah
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| I saw my death
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| One day we will die
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| But you will be the first
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| After all, boy, you are damp, damp, damp, damp
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| I got my guap, guap, guap, guap
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| Everyone is fucking with you
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| You did not notice, everything is past me
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| I look back, back, back, back
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| Baby, what's up, sap, sap, sap
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| Jump here, jump back
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| I would take you away from these souls, but
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| I'm yours until tomorrow (shkr)
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| Just don't spoil the holiday (spoil the holiday, spoil the holiday)
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| You're a drama girl with a dull vibe (vibe, ooh)
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| Don't think I know all your secrets (secrets, secrets)
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| So you better shut your mouth and undress (and undress and undress)
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| So give a fuck what your new boyfriend say (boyfriend, boy)
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| After all, he always hangs under the xan (under the xan, right, under the xan)
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| All his moves are like kindergarten (hey hey)
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| I'm under molly with his hoe, we're high
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| But still
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit
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| I think too much about all the bullshit
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| I think too much about shit
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| It's so hard to keep your dirty mouth shut
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| Because of you, I think about all kinds of bullshit |