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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all until the gubs see you come up
It's a jungle never know what's gonna run up
We just wanna live with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart phone in the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, bring a cup of that young
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me it plainly
Shut the up
Trust don't space with dumb luck
Hush, got the tour bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty the wheels on a dump truck
Birds snuck the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole party up
I flood nut on her butt

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

From everywhere around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine I fiend 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 keep shoe strings
don't want you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt other
In a city of where the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a excuse
Seems there's gotta be something in the
Smother the before it gets discovered
One foot in the grave the foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any thing, if it ain't screwed down
It pray to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an awesome

People
I love the way you love the people
People
I love the way you the people people
People
I the way you love the people 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 about to see me with donuts
Or
the nomination where your zone is
What you thinkin, the reason we're 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 call you blow
You was pissing in your own bowl of
When I rode 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 picture of my penis to the
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the police came a swarm of locusts
Hanky yanky doodle of America