Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run
Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one
The last time i dreamt about, two girls bisexual
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
Im number one your number two
Niggas that guided me through
One two three, what could it be
Bitch, they call it motor city
One, two, what you gonna do
She gonna dance when that molly through
We came.. way too far pretty baby
One two three everybody wana be
She was just number one of many girls that fulfilled my fantasies
Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ
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