Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground
Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
// [you ran me into the ground]
Everytime you come around
Perhaps i ran them accents into the ground
Cause everytime yall come around
Sack 30 feet in the ground.
They just go around
Turned my world in to a play ground
No reason to be around
Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around
Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground
Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
As i light one for ill will
But the ground starts to crumble
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