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Sit down, slow down Hell, might as well 'cause we're moving now Stop for a Stop for a Stop for a dime I've got two tokes on my next last smoke A baby bottle and a wedge of lime Living the high life Being a low life Doing your ex-wife Get me a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife Yeah You say I always get my way Well, maybe I'll save that for a rainy day Pick up the Pick up the So I can hang up the phone I'll get my witness to make her x Then I'll go make sure your mother knows Who is she? What about me? What about me? What about me? I'm living the high life Being a low life Doing your ex-wife Get me a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife Yeah Living the high life Being a low life Doing your ex-wife Get me a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife Yeah Sit down, slow down Hell, might as well 'cause we're moving now
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