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One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love until the gubs see you up
like a jungle never know what's gonna run up
We just live forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart phone in the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my tough
Garçon, bring a cup of that young
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me state it
Shut the up
Trust don't occupy space with dumb
Hush, got the tour bus bugged up
Shh.
like the wheels on a dump truck
Birds snuck through the security nun chucks
rush, the whole party jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

It goes people
I the way you love the people people
people
I love the way you love the people
people
I the way you love the people people

From everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine cause I for structure
But cha, at the ring and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
Cause girl don't love you
There's a few to choose
But if they don't let you keep shoe strings
They don't you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt each
In a city of where the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a convenient
there's gotta be something in the butter
Smother the fire before it discovered
One in the grave the other foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any thing, if it ain't screwed down
It becomes pray to my
I it back to my underground bunker
Stay everybody, have an awesome summer

People
I the way you love the people people
people
I the way you love the people people
people
I love the way you the people people

People everywhere gather around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you never treat me like I'm
Unless it you about to see me with some donuts
Or
Dominate the nomination your zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
Work like a clown with the guns loaded
Only thing being worse lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we call you fish
You was pissing in your own of porridge
When I rode across the on the back of a tortoise
see try to act like I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother fucker make it party with the
Tweet a picture of my penis to the
my weed in the papers of some old eviction notice
Is the came like a swarm of locusts
panky yanky doodle of America