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アーティスト:Michael Christmas  アルバム:What a Weird Day 

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In this back alley 'bout to smoke If police come, I'm a ghost If my mom's call, I'm a go I was born in 1994 Hard liquor act tough Smart niggas call bluffs Big smiles no cuffs White voice like my name was Chip Don't do it I'm in this leather La-Z-Boy looking so clueless I skip class, meetings, jury duty I don't match, they judge like Judy I live for tryna cuff fat booty I used to cut lines just to be the first one to act stupid The whole class waiting just to see what I'm a doin' And as the clock tick tick, they sittin' on my dick tip I'm gettin' grilled like Big Gipp, career sunk like the Titanic My phone cut off, shit I might panic But this hoodie sleeve got a nice fabric Tryna settle down with a nice actress She act like she like me, she act like she wifey But she only ordering Chinese I fuck her too fast she use all these devices I do not give a F word always let the world know Never got my first ring I'm chasing it like Frodo Teepee for my bunghole, shirt on my fro, hoes See me getting money now they think they getting froyo Keep them expectations low though In the scraper bumpin' "Tell Me When To Go" though Spanish superstar Miguel Cotto Get a Latin Grammy and I'm on now Arab money like I'm Ron Brownz This is why I'm hot like I'm MIMS Buncha girly villains boy you Him And that boy still in his Timbs


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