| The bitch is with me, because I have what she needs right now
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| Bitch with me, because we smoke rockets, I pafal joint
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| She undresses very brazenly, as if not at a party
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| She undresses like fuck, even fucking in front of my friends
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| Yes, bitch know what drives you
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| Moves somewhere into Laina's trap
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| On gunpowder, the bitch writes to us
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| She'll pin my name just below
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| I will stuff so many chips into the album
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| I shout hey, bay, goodbye
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| It's against the rules, with me only a flock
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| And I smoke all day, but not high
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| Bay, I got a time, I can't sleep
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| And I'm screaming Hey, bey, goodbye
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| The bitch is with me, because I have what she needs right now
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| Bitch with me, because we smoke rockets, I pafal joint
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| She undresses very brazenly, as if not at a party
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| She undresses like fuck, even fucking in front of my friends
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| Yes, bitch know what drives you
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| Moves somewhere into Laina's trap
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| On gunpowder, the bitch writes to us
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| She'll pin my name just below
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| I will stuff so many chips into the album,
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| But only I will understand them
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| Prostitute pulling her hands
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| I'm in the kitchen, a lot of mercury
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| Dead president was twisted, who's scared
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| Who was stupidly lucky to meet us at the club
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| Somebody's fools, in fact, want to touch us to horror
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| I don't know them, the pack is with me (the team is with me)
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| She needs Voek, I don't play young dogger
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| Reminds you, touched your sorrows with love
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| Third on the field, hawai slut
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| It's easy to take them, easy as I don't mind
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| Mob legend, the taste of their lips
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| On the waste I whisper in my ears, you look
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| I drew your world for you, just listen
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| How one Voek gave you fat
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| The bitch is with me, because I have what she needs right now
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| Bitch with me, because we smoke rockets, I pafal joint
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| She undresses very brazenly, as if not at a party
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| She undresses like fuck, even fucking in front of my friends
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| Yes, bitch know what drives you
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| Moves somewhere into Laina's trap
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| On gunpowder, the bitch writes to us
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| She'll pin my name just below
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| I will stuff so many chips into the album |