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gotta push it to the edge
blanc was on his ass boffin' in the fukin' hedge
wrecked up on trips
gotta push it to the edge
blanc was on his ass boffin' in the fukin' hedge
wrecked up on trips
i's got a turbo tardis gti
it goes 40 miles an hour in the fukin' sky
i looks for cling-ons but they're not up my ass
i's got a turbo tardis gti
it goes 40 miles an hour in the fukin' sky
i looks for cling-ons but they're not up my ass
the fukin' posse
in the fukin
in effect
the fukin' posse
in the fukin
in effect
two thousand pounds overdrawn on his statement
now he's doing cold turkey in the fukin' basement
i got drunk and was sick in the bogs
two thousand pounds overdrawn on his statement
now he's doing cold turkey in the fukin' basement
i got drunk and was sick in the bogs
d r a to the g o n
you're in the fukin' zone
some had cushions
d r a to the g o n
you're in the fukin' zone
some had cushions
niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
you smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back
dressed in all black
niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
you smiling in my face imma stab you in the fukin back
dressed in all black
every nigga something something dues are they even fucking paid up
what do you say to all the haters writing in the fukin papers
homie wake up or we take up all the ground that you can't make up
every nigga something something dues are they even fucking paid up
what do you say to all the haters writing in the fukin papers
homie wake up or we take up all the ground that you can't make up