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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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enough!. Smithers Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working. Burns Humph. . Burns That man by the cooler,. Drinking water, as if it's free. Smithers Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir. A drone from
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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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Lim. Trashy bitch in classy clothes. Pop that *** then pop them pills. Til I feel like a fancy drone. Never catch me at the club. I get high and dance alone. Bitch I'm on that boss ***. On that upper
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no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker. The
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back. I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword. . parrish smith. Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm
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back. I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords. The only weapon is my rappin sword. . parrish smith. Intimidate mc's with the tone of my vocal drone. When I'm pushin on the microphone. Cause I'm
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. The competition shook. These guys up on me. I got 'em with the hook. Lemme educate ya'. And I ain't talking book. Panera is your home?. So, stop calling my phone. I fly like a drone. Stay flying like a
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drone in the world of anarchy Treachery, misery, violence, insanity. Scavengers closing in covering the truth again. Castrate society, fictional reality Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
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. *** my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees. We sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone I sit upon. Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!. Going back and forth, fallin back, all
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. Anh là câu trả lời. Quá lá xác đáng. Ở bên ngoài họ đang săn lùng, anh thì bỏ trốn. Anh trốn vào trong bar nhạc của anh đang mở lớn. Anh nấp sau đám mây họ tìm anh bằng drone. Anh lẻn vào trong khu nhà
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. Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines is a song so wild and blue. It scrambles time and seasons if it gets through to you. Then your life becomes a travelogue of picture-post-card