who blacks out from the wine Never remembers his name I always feel so alone wherever I am I feel the pull And the life I've left behind the pull And
drunk who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Always feel so alone, Wherever I am I feel the pull, And the life I've left behind the pull
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who blacks out from the wine, Never remembers his name. Always feel so alone, Wherever I am I feel the pull, And the life I've left behind the pull.
Hold twin gas so dumb dumb splits in tunes Laying in the hospitol because my eyes seen the size of you Thought it wasn’t possible for me to pull first
to a place where the chef is Creole Black bitch right next to Rio Running out the house just to flip the Dice in my pocket I'm with the c-lo Pull
a dub Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (yaeeyaae) Show me love Chorus: We be clubbin’ Everybody likes when the girl Shakes something Nigga don’t pull
the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines
my bird walk and den I messin wit my merry-go, Wen im in da d-town, Dallas Wassup bro Wen im in da A-pull pally Wat happenin folk Wen im in Chicago they
pull the triggers and I keep a tone, world-rone Dangers on, Hustle grown Sippin' on, Burn a post Papers on, but still im home Chorus 3: If you ain't claiming New Chicago
't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull
? Fresh air rolling down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why you're Winslow Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the
rolling down a window Too many Urkel's on your team thats why you're Winslow Don't make me pull the toys out huh? don't make me pull the toys.. and
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse two) So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago
I leave, I aint coming back no more Chorus You gone be in the Emergency Room You standing by my bed And so-tempted to pull out my IV You gone be in
Rollo My goal for El Gato My house like a brothle Fat hoes in Chicago First class, tomorrow morroco Bingo, call my (motor/motto) Phantom wit two moddles Pull
