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Koncept
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Oh Baby
Hey yo, I'm helicopter shotter I'm the flights bloke you heard of Razor blades either equal cocaine or murder Crying in your bathrobe, could really use a bath, though Your hashtag should be trash bag, smell like asshole
A great way of saying I'm the illest to spit, though Same way I grace all these women I said no Pay for your grapes so your children don't need to Hyper last as long as your subscription to GQ You taze making, I taste bacon, that's late dated I'm Ray Madden, I'm Clay Aiken, I'm Main Davis All ass since you ball catching like A Mason Fall backwards and all access, grave digging I'm face slapping you, you face painting, digging balls Your girl's face's taken, that painting isn't yours Oh baby, you so crazy so here's a pill Fuck Mozart, fuck you and dude, here's a chill You can suck a million dicks, you sluts are full of shit Birdy in pink but then who's nuts and know the grip? A sucker for a sucker, turn your hair back I'mma fuck her, you fucked her, where you hear that?
Only good times ahead, go crazy Only in the present 'cause the past won't faze me Only hearing yes, I don't hear no or maybe Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby And I ain't never had a doubt once for myself My music all around the world and now it's felt It ain't a problem when you living like you got it Concept in '57, ain't no way they gonna stop it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I've been stuck on a show, with no spare, get a tow truck This road's fuck, no luck, plus got no donor Cups cut, sitting on the kitchen table, nu stuff Get a bucket sofa, not you, no slugs Sit down, look sweet, keep your mouth closed shut Don't touch, I got bum rush killed in cold blood Cause around the block to that place, ain't following Tweet, tweet, I gave that girl a skeet skeet, apologies Vanilla dutch, like my ice cream with pistachio Green like a package sold, always keep my habit going I'm asking gloves, run fast, kidnapped to last the trunk Less you adding plus some sums, sons of Duffy Duck Bus record upsetting Mathilda wify Love letter, fuck that, just fuck, never writing My voice falling forever through your monitors And you forever known for whoring like your momma was Longevity, my penis, if you ever got to see it then you never wanna leave it Let it free from my jeans' Your girlfriend looks good for a belly dancer in Venus
Only good times ahead, go crazy Only in the present 'cause the past won't faze me Only hearing yes, I don't hear no or maybe Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby And I ain't never had a doubt once for myself My music all around the world and now it's felt It ain't a problem when you living like you got it Concept in '57, ain't no way they gonna stop it
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