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I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and
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: I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter
I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter
Listen to yourself You're a hot mess St-t-stutter through your words Breaking a sweat What's it gonna take to confess What we both know Yeah, I was outta
Listen to yourself, you're a hot mess St-st-stutter through your words, breaking a sweat What's it gonna take to confess? We both know Yeah, I was outta
'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools
left hand I got the whole club nodding like the yes man Im in my polo Tee, Gu-Gucci sweat pants She on a Jubilee call me the X-man [Gudda Gudda] Okay tool
you can put somethin' on it I'm in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothin' on it Mad-hot, to have is to have not My crack spot is pro-tools on my laptop Much
The Cries Of The Carrots, Y'see Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is Harvest Day, and to them, it is The Holocaust." ..And I sprang from my slumber, drenched in sweat
jake shit Millz spoke on it, I agree with him Can't even spar with niggaz what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been
faith, so tell me whats your favorite position, me i like it from the behind like slow no kissing ??? Of corse more cushin for the pushin' love it when i see the sweat
I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe Got My Education Without School Quiet As A Mouse Move But I Keep A Loud Tool
and it's my only way outta here Every chance I do damage And I manage to use all the anger to my advantage All that is cool but the brain is the tool
's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power
And when they play my song I'll have you in the phone, sweating and you waiting for me You sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting, sweating
