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| 06 Jan 2012 05:34 PM |
Empty bottles of cleeco and ashes on the flo'. Towel under the do', we wasn't supposed to even smke. I ain't trippin, never slip or slackin on my pimpin. Drop the nerd you with,come smoke a jo1nt with he who's winnin.
Crack a window we gon' smoke this Indoor Saying that you still hi from last night. You try to pass, trying to beware of the fast life. Kick it with the planes and it'll be your last flight. |
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