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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love the gubs see you come up
It's like a jungle never know what's run up
We just live forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no stops got the up
Smart phone in case the pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, a cup of that young drunk
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
Dirty the wheels on a dump truck
snuck through the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole party up
I nut on her sponge butt

It goes people
I the way you love the people people
People
I love the way you the people people
People
I love the way you love the people

From everywhere around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, cause I fiend for structure
But cha, shooting at the and the moon
Screaming, the world
that girl don't love you
There's a few to choose
But if they don't let you your shoe strings
They don't want you to
And if you're you can haunt each other
In a of ghosts where the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a convenient
Seems there's be something in the butter
Smother the before it gets discovered
One foot in the grave the other in the gutter
Uh, any loose thing, if it ain't screwed down
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an summer

People
I the way you love the people people
People
I love the way you love the people
people
I love the way you love the people

People from gather around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you never me like I'm homeless
Unless it mean you about to see me with donuts
Or
the nomination where your zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
Work a clown with the squirt guns loaded
thing being worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we you blow fish
You was in your own bowl of porridge
When I rode across the on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act like I'm
Greasy mother fucker make it with the Socs
Tweet a of my penis to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of old eviction notice
Is the came like a swarm of locusts
Hanky yanky doodle of America