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(альбом: Fuck It - 2012)

Clip on ya bitch, suck my dick for the Hell of it
Running away from your problems
Don't mean that you're solving them
The rum is red, the red is rum
I just wanna cum up on your tummy, just for fun
Stick her in by, time to run
When it's all said and done, I'll be the one chilling in London
With my cousin, not thinking 'bout nothing but the motherfucking cash
Pass her ass to my homies, now her ass is grass
Dip really fast, it's all part of my master plan
I'm the motherfucking man with the cash in my hand
Haters will never understand the [?] with my left hand (Pa)
You fleeing, I'm seen on the scene
With the fiends that don't give a fuck, busting shouts
Killing and ripping and dipping, I'm straight to the club
My words are like floods
Of the blood that's rolling down your neck, better get respect
Go up and down in your bitch like elevatedness 'til I get my check

Clip on ya bitch, suck my dick for the Hell of it
Clip on my bitch, suck a dick for the Hell of it
Clip on ya bitch, suck a dick for the Hell of it
Clip, fuck my bitch

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