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アーティスト:4th Disciple & Hell Razah  アルバム:Freedom of Speech 

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(Intro: Hell Razah) Yeah, G's up nigga, hoes down nigga Uh, yeah, g's up nigga, hoes down nigga You know how it is, she is connin' you Yeah, yeah, New York, California, wherever What the fuck is ya, H.B.D.? (Chorus: Hell Razah & 7th Ambassador) Chickens come, and chickens go We beat that pussy everytime we on the roll Ya need to stop, ho, protecting these hoes Just he I'm troopin, then, let the pussy go Cuz a ho could never ever be a housewife So don't try to do so You are better off livin' ya life On gettin' that dough (Hell Razah) She was ya main chick, the one you walked in the rain with The one you cooked up and chopped up ya cocaine with You depended on stickin' my dick up in the thong Could of been ya baby mom, if she didn't do wrong Started listenin' to snakes in the garden I beg ya pardon, had titties that'll triple the size of Dolly Parton Had the thuggish nigga broke and hardege, droolin' and starvin' Suckin' my dick while ya niggaz was kissin' and slobbin' Batman and Robin, put her in a threesome, menage-a-trois She fuck niggaz just to drive their car Bettin' that, smellin' like strawberries, the more the merry Even brought her best friend so I can bust her cherry They both came, baby oiled and ready Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in my telly She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz Three o'clock, swallowed my cum, my frankfurter laid in her buns Industry chicks, who bone niggaz only with whips Gettin' open off the karats that was lit on ya wrist


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