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(Reporting live from aisle 495, the dried cum section) Now who the fuck, am I? Come get a bump, get high Come get my uh, all mine I'm feeling stuck, inside Come give a fuck about me baby Yeah I wanna know 'yo name is She could tell just by the way I talk I'm 'bout to came in Face it, you don't want these problems It don't make sense I thought about some people, wanna kill I'm on the bracelet Hang this, stupid motherfucker from his lame dick Fake prints, what they tried to press me for? I hate shit You read the news, you feed the tubes Nah, you ain't got no brains kid I'm talkin' to myself right now Get the fuck up off my page, bitch Fuck with me baby Do some drugs with me haedes Give a fuck 'bout some 80s Used to love my Mercedes Bored as fuck with my baby Royal blunts and some ladies Snorting A's with some 80s Yeah, I loved my Mercedes I said, fuck with me baby Do some drugs with me haedes Give a fuck 'bout some 80s Used to love my Mercedes Bored as fuck with my baby Royal blunts and some ladies Snorting A's with some 80s Yeah, I loved my Mercedes Or did I just love the drugs? Did I fall in love with the fantasy of wantin' to be a thug? Doesn't matter shit the bitch I'm doing, guess it's not enough Guess I'm feelin' stuck Guess I'm feelin' uh Guess I'm feelin' uh Now who the fuck, am I? Come get a bump, get high Come get my uh, all mine I'm feeling stuck, inside Fuck with me baby Do some drugs with me haedes Give a fuck 'bout some 80s Used to love my Mercedes Bored as fuck with my baby Royal blunts and some ladies Snorting A's with some 80s Yeah, I loved my Mercedes (Fuck is my name bitch?)
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