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I tank chances to part the teachers
My kids
Want this
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Back then shut the pa** afford the Chinese
Day chair me
Yo mom for Sammy
How I'll pa** the cash in France, yea I say "spay me"
You gotcha fake catch
Your tan shish
Swollen, wrecked the couch
You shop on tin hay chins
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Sworn men the south
To Bob all to touching this
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Beat the chomp shack
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Fin sauce
That sought to call
She cuttin' knots
Shut the barn and the thoughts
This is - uhm - big boss
Pot, pardon?
Pig partner partner
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That's how we do
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Yea I put out two tracks. That's right baby
Good that's how we do. Float like that