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Tabi Bonney
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I'm a hustler, peddler --pusher Salt n' pepper, I don't know how to tell her But she look better, yes sir --- I'm leaving Treason, guilty --- red-handedly filthy, explicit Get it, police pay a visit like never Sketchers, all of them around us Cooked like a flounder Booked, read them off the breaker No look pass placer, don't fake Buckets
Flush it, evidence is gone Eatin' my custard like what's wrong Accustomed to winning Been denied corner like a loaner Next week I'm hanging with Wynona Ryder 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Get my driving shoes out the dryer They don't belong, like you on a flyer Finished up my custard like what's wrong If you a superstar, they can't deny ya' Prove them bamas' wrong, if not, they just gonna' call you a liar
Fishing, she told me that she miss me Could it be that I was up on TV, miss me Herb like Tim Duncan, never Forever I be pumpin' like cocaine propeller planes in bad weather Gettin' it, me and Lou --- we high top kickin' it Me and London Michael, right-side drive, whippin' it Yeah, I know it's sickenin' --- barf Creating this type of living is an art
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