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This drooling music. teeth in the cool whip School student, but I don't do it I ain't got contacts in my phone no I don't use it Anytime you hit my line it's new phone who this Block hot, light a fire Bon Scott This thot going nuts cuz she all out of pods Mango or tide? hey we should make a collage Revolution number nine Imma go f*ck on your boss I done, had an accident alone in the garage Half my face gone and the other ready to peel off Okay imma tone it down. I dont like germs I ain't tryna be anywhere near a bird I ain't curse, I just f*ck shit up Longjohn custard fucked Clusterfucked enough to trip up all my Trip up all my stuff Gave your aunt a hug for me and not for you uh huh (Unintelligible) Aye, cannabis inhaling idiot only intended to pet on the cat Not affiliate with a f*ck ass, I got hideous bitches on deck Hit him in the head, if they got a vest Bitch I got the best, ain't no other us Kick up dust, why you're behind us So far back you cant reach this blunt, aye Bitch you cannot even see him, computer wife like a villain F*ck it its only a feeling, i'm into smoking. not dealing I'm into blunts not dutches, acting fuckish to the wrong kids Anti cuff-ish, I've seen puppets i'd rather be passing this joint to. f*ck it
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