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One up
Never if the sun up
all love until 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, soft, my thug tough
Garçon, a cup of that young drunk
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me state it
Shut the up
Trust occupy space with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a dump
Birds snuck through the with nun chucks
rush, the whole party jump up
I flood nut on her butt

It goes 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

From everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too for spoons
Got a, routine cause I for structure
But cha, shooting at the ring and the
Screaming, the world
Cause that don't love you
a few dreams to choose
But if they don't let you your shoe strings
They don't you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can each other
In a city of ghosts where the flutter
Now, mood swings a excuse
there's gotta be something in the butter
Smother the before it gets discovered
One foot in the grave the foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't down
It pray to my hunger
I take it back to my underground
Stay everybody, have an awesome summer

People
I love the way you love the 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 treat me I'm homeless
Unless it mean you about to see me some donuts
Or
Dominate the nomination where zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
like a clown with the squirt guns loaded
Only thing worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we call you fish
You was pissing in own bowl of porridge
I rode across the ocean on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act like I'm
mother fucker make it party with the Socs
Tweet a picture of my to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the of some old eviction notice
Is the police like a swarm of locusts
Hanky yanky doodle of America