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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love until the see you come up
It's like a never know what's gonna run up
We just wanna live forever with the up
Barcelona, no stops got the up
Smart phone in case the pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, bring a cup of young drunk
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me state it
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy space with dumb
Hush, got the tour bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a truck
Birds through the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

It goes people
I love the way you love the people
people
I the way you love 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, routine cause I for structure
But cha, at the ring and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
Cause girl don't love you
There's a few to choose
But if they don't let you your shoe strings
They don't you to suffer
And if blessed you can haunt each other
In a city of where the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a excuse
Seems there's gotta be in the butter
Smother the fire before it gets
One foot in the the other foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't screwed
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my underground
Stay everybody, have an awesome summer

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

People from everywhere around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you never treat me like I'm
Unless it mean you to see me with some donuts
Or
Dominate the nomination your zone is
What you thinkin, the reason we're in show biz
Work like a with the squirt guns loaded
Only being worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we you blow fish
You was pissing in 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 some old notice
Is the police came a swarm of locusts
panky yanky doodle of America