| Young bitch smell like cream and soda
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| My golden smoke is nine grams at my house
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| A couple of sheets, stop, on such a big table, like love to the grave
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| I shoot again, again, again
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| Young bitch smell like cream and soda
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| My golden smoke is nine grams at my house
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| A couple of sheets, stop, on such a big table, like love to the grave
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| I shoot again, again, again
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| I caught this bitch again, and I will torture her for a long time
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| Every night I don't sleep, it's so cold here, I close all the windows
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| So stuffy, I can't breathe
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| There is so much shit in the hall, I'm used to just taking
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| That cold asshole climbs into the box
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| Pungent stink, it hurts the eyes, brother
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| She pulls back
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| My smoke, quila pulls out a semi-automatic
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| Goldmine, Keela is the source of your injuries
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| We are with your muse all night, I've been on beats for five years
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| I'm an athlete, money bwoi, Tvet is a bong hit
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| God bless,
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| But every night I don't sleep because I see nightmares from disfigured rooms
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| Where it breaks - thinly
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| There are dozens of needles in the doll
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| On the bough there is a strip of fine silk,
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| But I assure you that it won't hurt
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| I closed my eyes, but I see only rivers of blood
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| I haven't slept for a week, the scourge falls asleep again with my dick in his throat
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| Young bitch smell like cream and soda
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| My golden smoke is nine grams at my house
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| A couple of sheets, stop, on such a big table, like love to the grave
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| I shoot again, again, again
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| Young bitch smell like cream and soda
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| My golden smoke is nine grams at my house
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| A couple of sheets, stop, on such a big table, like love to the grave
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| I shoot again, again, again |