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アーティスト:Goodie Mob 

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Photographs are like mirrors They can hold a body for a moment I grew up on four corners But jumped-in in a circle $100 grand on a fuck nigga head Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers You know how your friends are They'll eat your whole box of Pringles Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car Walk past you in a crowded room You conceded bastard, you I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for Lucille Ball on the seashore, expecting more out of niggas Tell me the truth Tell me how it really go


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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