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Three shots, yeah I aimed it at their body parts
Feeling like the kill shot
Watch me bust on any block
Running on the paint
Never stress, know It's okay
Feeling all the fucking weight
All these bitches make me wait
Lucky boy, I can't complain
I thank god these bitches straight
Never know what else to say
In my coffin, let me lay
We will die, know It's okay
Look at everything we made
Precious, now they let me praise
To the god that gave our days
Let me fuck this bitch's waist
I'm playing some game called Halo 3
Checked the cover, it said, "O-D-S-T"
My mind really told me it stood for something like
"Opium, Devil's Weed, Slow-k" Motherfucking "Tour"
Now I run the fucking bank
Making thirteen whole ass bands
Yeah, your girlfriend gave me head
And I didn't even ask
She just gave it, was A-1
That is what I rate it
Know I'm going hard
Going off the charts
Biking down the fucking block
I'm playing some game called Halo 3
Checked the cover, it said, "O-D-S-T"
My mind really told me it stood for something like
"Opium, Devil's Weed, Slow-k" Motherfucking "Tour"



Авторы: Christian Prado



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