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fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. When the work's all done and the sun's
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fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. When the work's all done and the sun's
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cakes. If that never impressed you much. Come board this lunatic express Just why do they say have a nice day anyway?. We both know they wouldn't mind. If I just curled up and died. Oh, let's not
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cakes. If that never impressed you much. Come board this lunatic express Just why do they say have a nice day anyway?. We both know they wouldn't mind. If I just curled up and died. Oh, let's not
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cakes. If that never impressed you much. Come board this lunatic express Just why do they say have a nice day anyway?. We both know they wouldn't mind. If I just curled up and died. Oh, let's not
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fine wife, I got me old fiddle. When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle. And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy. When the work's all done and the sun's
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. Chorus Nicki Minaj. Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah. Check in with me, then do your job. Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain. This is Monse, Patty Plain Jane. Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah. Check in
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. Get back! Mother***er You don't know me like that. Get back! Mother***er You don't know me like that!. Verse 1. So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack
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hit the turf. Warp the earth. Cube a kidnap your mind, Patty Hearst. Bust a verse that a make yo ass hit reverse. Kill the curse that was placed on the universe. West Coast War Lord blacker then the
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). Breathe it in, now let go. (La la la la la la la la la) Nick nack patty wack, give a Dogg a bone. Naw don't gimme nothing but a handful of stones. Don't stop, I ain't finished yet. You say you got the
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patty wagon. Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point. I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint. Now the story you heard has one little object. Don't * with a bitch from the projects!
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got on my L. A. hat. Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots. Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big, black and handsome. I should hold your devil ass for ransom. Sorta like Patty Herst but I'll
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was born, bred to go in, toast red. And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread. In the concrete jungle, where my home is (No way). All get focused, all range of toast is. For nickname, it's the king
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. Computerized, that's my mental design Prince Short of Euclid. I'm runnin' through clicks with a few tricks. An acoustics, John Woo flicks on some new *. Hey, all I wanted was some rice cakes. Rahzel sound
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around the way for the people coming full up. Whoa, nigga pump your brakes you're from the state. Nigga know how we came up. Nigga plead the plate from state to state. Cooking cakes so niggas blow up
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ain't Saturday!. We in two different lanes, you can't navigate. We in two different games, you playin' patty cake. Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier. You out of shape, my mind run a mile a
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get. I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets. I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell. Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel. Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle. Put the pimp
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hottie with more damn body than a chop shop Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me. It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me. So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific. Not knowin she was
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