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Oh, Slug Christ May you burn in hell forever Whoa Aye Swee Swee Check for me? Whatcha got for me? 30 band flip for free, run a tab up on raw codeine Hold up, there's a check for me? If there ain't check there then, I'mma leave (Skrt Skrt) Pull up lonely Leavin' early four hoes with me Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? 30 band flip for free, run a tab up on raw codeine Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? Man I can see you now I can't relate Got a big pile of powder in the way Now watch me chop, chop it up on dinner plates I be out there yelling fuck the milky way Damn I'm delirious The bag is secured Yeah my wrist look just like the Arctic shore If you want beef then it's right there need I say more? 30 band for free Show you how to get to the what? Chuggin Ra Red Now I gotta pee (damn) Lookin for that dope, dope Everywhere I be I just got a check Spent the shit on me I just got the neck, then I pissed out codeine Im smokin' strong bitch Off the dirty and the clean That's what I'm off, bitch Sellin' Charlie Sheen Like its Christmas If you wanna fuck with me, It's on your wishlist And its a long list 30 band flip for free, run a tab up on raw codeine Hold up, there's a check for me? If there ain't check there then, I'mma leave Pull up lonely Leavin' early 4 hoes with me Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me? Whatcha got for me? Tell me whatcha got for me?
Writer(s): Charles Paul Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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