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

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

From gather around
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
that girl don't love you
There's a few dreams to
But if they let you keep your shoe strings
They don't you to suffer
And if blessed you can haunt each other
In a city of ghosts where the vultures
Now, mood swings a convenient
Seems there's gotta be in the butter
Smother the fire before it gets
One foot in the grave the other in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't screwed
It pray to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an summer

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

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