Hey
Reese, I love some cheerleaders
Yeah, street minds, yeah, BBI,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
let's go
Some bling it out, some scream it
out
We clean 'em out 'cuz we run
things
So sing it out, when we come get
out
Stop, drop, roll, we run things
Jump back put your hands in the
air, now pull 'em off
Brooks ain't got no friends, I
cut 'em off
Jack in the back it's on, it's
off
Gun rack in the Cadillac playin'
golf
Got argyle socks and a CTS
A calculator watch and 2 big
breasts
Covered in hoes but it was never
an issue
I got jokes but I might hit you
Try me, cross me, see what happen
See you cryin', see me laughin'
Lesbians I love you all, almost
as much as alcohol
But back to kickin' ass don't be
lazy
My name ain't Prince but let's go
crazy
I don't feel love unless you
bleed
I don't want to mosh, I want a
stampede
Some bling it out, some scream it
out
We clean 'em out 'cuz we run
things
So sing it out, when we come get
out
Stop, drop, roll, we run things
Been a long road but I made it
here
I killed myself but still I'm
here
It don't matter and I don't care
Rehab broke up and I don't care
Got a new clique and it's full of
soldiers
I ride gangster lean drinkin'
Folger's
Better off than me smokin'
boulders
My beats got hot and your's got
colder
AKA Billy Bob Einstein on the
street and back online
Chromed out hard drives and
concubines
You see me with her she's
probably fine
I got a 2-way the size of a
laptop
A1's and an RV with a drop top
Trailer fabulous, mad and
scandalous
Come on sugar plum you can't
handle this
Some bling it out, some scream it
out
We clean 'em out 'cuz we run
things
So sing it out, when we come get
out
Stop, drop, roll, we run things
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Now bring it back
Some bling it out, some scream it
out
We clean 'em out 'cuz we run
things
So sing it out, when we come get
out
Stop, drop, roll, we run things
Some bling it out, some scream it
out
We clean 'em out 'cuz we run
things
So sing it out, when we come get
out
Stop, drop, roll, we run things
Yes, and there can only be...one
Yes, and there can only be...one
Punk
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