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Ron Simmons
(专辑: Blue Chips - 2012)
Gipsy Salami cheese is from the
cave Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the
plate Parmesan crisp, we wilding in marea Doing all the
drugs off of Pico and Labrea Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers Brock Fetch Polaroids Bitches named Dinga Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin Hash between my butt cheeks, hookers in the
plush suite Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread Move cocaine out of Spokane, I
got no shame Spit the
propane, relieve you of your gold chain Go to bed without even knowing the
hoes name Hazelnut spread, banana on the
bread Treat you like a
shark, put the
hammer on your head Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the
threads Fat black leathers. Leave your body in the
shed Damn Ron Simmons Peace to motherfucking Iceland Ron Simmons Ron Simmons Ron, Ron Simmons Ron Simmons Damn, your fucking with a
pro kid, No triple A I
went straight up to the
show, kid While You can catch me out in Spain on the
coast, dick Don't ever say my fucking music sound like Ghost shit Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty Vocal reminiscing of a
kid that hold a
semi Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the
bed They crying in the
corner while there shorty give me head Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes Old grapes in the
glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid Dabble then pass it, don't ever babble or get blasted Bitches ass to ass, double dildos made of plastic Remain classic with all this flash inside the
pan shit Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land bitch Damn, we never land bitch Yeah, we never land bitch Kinda high, never land bitch But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch Damn
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