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Jerry Sánchez
Jerry Sánchez
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Jean Louis Droulers
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Riley Byrne
Riley Byrne
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Keith Lalley
Keith Lalley
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James Mehrkens
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Kicking down my front door I don't ask who cuz I don't know you What the fuck you want from me? Man, I had to ask cuz I don't owe you Dog, that's my plate don't touch it Hold up my lane, don't cross it Try and cut me off so often Y'all make me eat with caution I been coming through clean I can't spread my wings without uns following me I keep it a hundred when they half it with me Tell it to the judge, court or studio you dubbed I been staying on road with the mindset I ain't staying on hold for nothing I'm digging for the gold and the diamonds I ain't paying no attention to the duds, they try too hard Throw my wings up Catch shade when they throw some Send it back Cool breeze, summer lax I don't play like that, na I get it done while I'm still laid back Throw my wings up Catch shade when they throw some Send it back Cool breeze, summer lax I don't play like that, na I get it done while I'm still laid back Kicking down my front door I don't ask who cuz I don't know you What the fuck you want from me? Man, I had to ask cuz I don't owe you Dog, that's my plate don't touch it Hold up my lane, don't cross it Try and cut me off so often Y'all make me eat with caution Hey you Stop cutting my bloom Beg your pardon and shit That's my garden Been working on my harvest See you come and cut off what I started Now you about to find yourself dearly departed I sneak through Think you slick, man? I see you I'ma bug the fuck out Run this bitch down, yuh I plant seeds, I love life, I'm empowered but I'll kill a man for cutting my flowers up Can't trust them from taking what's mine from me I'm thinking you might do the same They reap what I sow and then lie again I'm thinking you might do the same I can't lie, I'm on a rise Thinking you might want the same When you speak to me, look me in the eyes Kicking down my front door I don't ask who cuz I don't know you What the fuck you want from me? Man, I had to ask cuz I don't owe you Dog, that's my plate don't touch it Hold up my lane, don't cross it Try and cut me off so often Y'all make me eat with caution
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