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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 just live forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
phone in case the cops 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 it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a truck
Birds snuck through the with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the party jump up
I flood nut on her sponge

It people people
I love the way you love the 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, routine cause I for structure
But cha, shooting at the and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
Cause that girl love you
There's a few dreams to
But if don't let you keep your shoe strings
They want 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 fire before it discovered
One foot in the grave the foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it screwed down
It becomes pray to my
I take it to my underground bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an awesome

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

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