Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone
They're telling you too go home
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
Doing work and being progressive, impressive
U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole
Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl
(not really sure what im doing)
And this will be the song that we sing
My dad going to work and never coming home,
And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone
But i dont mind doing work
No rubber sole, hardwood bastard
The king upon the throne
I thought van-city was home
She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing
Hello challenger how are you doing,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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