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1988

アーティスト:Blueprint  アルバム:1988 

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Uh-huh, yeah Printmatic, you know the name Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame I'll steal the show then your dame Dick her down and drop her off in the pouring rain My mind stays stuck on filth Black cheerleaders and trying to fuck milfs It's only cause I got your moms on tilt You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt Sue me, I told I was sorry But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate You need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby I can introduce speed knots to your body You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88 My catalog is analog dog, all cassette tapes And I hope to god that you're a scholar 'ause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge Crush any attempts to act brolic You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college Hands around your throat like a dog collar Over some small shit like fifty dollars You don't want that dude to come outside again For real, you better stay in the pocket Uh huh, yeah, hah I used to be a purist About the records I've been coppin'


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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