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on the sideline again Wondering when this tug of war will end. Cut it all right in two [x3] RIGHT IN TWO! Right in two...
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a happy meal F-ck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool
and a happy meal fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill listen garden tool don’t me introduce you to my power tool
hoe I wear bright red like a girl toe No homo, fingernails dirty I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 A-M, Wave them if they sure take them right
arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year [Verse 2] Twenty-two
that's how we play it homie While some niggas ball watch them fall Watch them niggas don't fall ball and bounce right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] With a leader Sprite, two
and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool
morning/ I'm a POD, so we gotta keep it goin' cause I can get higher, higher/ If you can get higher, higher, then we can stay right, right/ You know
wealth But I don't pay attention, she's my baby, the Dany You know she drive me crazy she's my number one lady Met her back in eighty-nine now she's twenty-two
'bout Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out Pharrell what these n-ggas talkin' bout? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two
gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit I'll come and get her I'll put her on to some shit and get her grind right Get her mind right fatten
Bugatti Two V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch I'm bad, I'm worse I pass the purp', Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I
when you see me And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right
