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burn it down down down. I'm gonna burn it down. 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun. Echoes knocking on locked doors. All the laughter from before. I'd rather live out on the street. Than in this haunted memory
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burn it down down down. I'm gonna burn it down. 9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun. Echoes knocking on locked doors. All the laughter from before. I'd rather live out on the street. Than in this haunted memory
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part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott. Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes. Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that. Now have u ever
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Verse 1. . Tip top of the morning another day another toppa. Recording touring no time for snoring my life's a lot. Of things but it sure aint boring 24 and 7 I'm calling. The shots imma rock
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nhà mặt phố bố làm to. party vào 3 ra 7. mấy thằng ngố anh cho 1 cơ. cộng bi vào 3 ra 7. cẩn thận không số lại nhập vào kho. 2 4 6 anh làm việc mỗi ngày. còn cuộc hẹn anh phải từ chối ngay. gọi cho
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. Can't be insecure and. There's no one that I have to be. I sure won't be cryin'. On my little island. Bridge. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Verse 4. 7 PM. Look at my lock screen
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never. (It's the first thing that they do). 7 8 9 10 hate. (When they get to you). 4 3 2 1 never get to seven Each time I look outside my mother dies. I feel my back is changing shape. (When they
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for my Hollywood hoe. 'Cuz she said she felt played in my ol' school '6-4. Range Rover for my mid-range bitch. She love the boy stunta and she drink that Cryst' 'Marro, for this nigga named Darrell
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lear jet (g-4). Rick Ross Ima Real threat. . Lil Wayne - hook. Uh. I wear the gun like a girdle. Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle. *. These niggas aint satisfied until they get
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blacked out lungs and a * up liver. . Chorus. . (F. A. T. E. ). Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos. Steward Ave. Homes. Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo. Doublin' dough 24-7
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As my daytons spin lowrider sitting low. Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims. Rag top 6-4 henny in the passenger side. Smoking chronic just letting me ride. You would do it if my name
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and gas masks ready. (5) tattooed stoker with golf equipment. (6) computerised young farmhand with plastic pack. (7) box number and send a stamped addressed envelope. (8 7 6 5 4 3 2). But remember love
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. The mic is my sword the booth is your casket. I'm sitting inside the classic 6 4 with the ratchet. Throwing up west side is my worst * habit. Only snap backs and egos eyes looking through peep
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have a home. Or find the love that you desire ( Repeat 3-4-) 7-. And so heading for the sea. Now that the flowers are in bloom. Just when the wild mimosa tree. Is like the colour of our room
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Hey, like a fallen angel I was on your side. You lighted the fire deep in my soul. Do you remember the stars shining bright?. I should retire under your control. . In seven nights and days. Oh,
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