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Pink Guy
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Big Mama
Big mama, selling narcota How much do it cost bitch? None, zip, nada Run from policia, ain't no drama Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina Flow so pretty I would turn around and fuck it Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally Pipe kids down with the black cane locally Got a thick layer of bullshit that covers me Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel Bust through your girl's vag canal Fuck her in the ass, less humps than a camel Yo, riddle this fictitious little kiddo That rinses dishes Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't shit 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cipher Podium possess kid, keep it old school, like a type writer Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider Something like a king bombing on these Al-Quaders Bitch! No, I'm just scanning a thin line Between a piece of shit and a battle of ill minds I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes But I can bend around the process and steadily incline So when they ask, 'Who am I?' Make a death slow, and they feel the pain And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane
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