Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due
You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you
Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep
Call of duty is what keeps you from being deceased
Just call to get something to munch on
And i'mma show you how the south was won
Call me on your eighteenth
All that ass in your jeans
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,
Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands
You got me in a trance, please take off your pants
I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer
From now on dont call me lriss call me the examiner
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