opinion on the faults of my life You can talk all you want but I won't hear a word you say I'm an unforgiving prick and I'm just living the bastard's way
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your opinion on the faults of my life You can talk all you want but I won't hear a word you say I'm an unforgiving prick and I'm just living the bastard's way
of my life You can talk all you want but I won't hear a word you say I'm an unforgiving prick and I'm just living the bastard's way And on my mother's
aint finished yet, I aint finished yet bitches love me, houston like spinach dip (?) get it I got that cold flow, Winnepeg this is work I am in a different World, Winnefred Tulisa all black Caprices, (?) so far
Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back With more bounce to the ounce, it's the brat tat tat tat The funk-keeper Competition's sweet
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
Ayo it's six o'clock on the dot C-money comes and picks me up He beeps 3 times I throw my 90s on we hit the pub I'm charged up, everybody's getting spuds