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letra de saint junior - 45hre

[chorus: faskmack]
since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo
saint junior guess you can call me hugo
all the chickens go all the chickens go all the chickens go..
i spit the truth the truth gone set y’all free so-
cause i innovate and i be the yates they can disintegrate
wish i was the perfect man but i still be sinnin’ mayne
she used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh
cause if it wasn’t for christ yeah we’d all be sinkin in flames
[verse 1: faskmack]
brand new convertibles im so ruthless
who can be so cruel
sick wid it so whatchu need? chalupa
shout it out praise the lord hallelujah!
stop the life it seem that we are on
rhymes hold so much weight the feds on us
i figure we could cruise kick it and hit the spot
i don’t duck and hide when i see the cops
so when she’s doing her job you better let her be
and i know that this offends but the truth is the grossest sins serve his
just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
and i ain’t got time to speak the history
but i got enough albums to make my own top ten!
that i’m a prophet or i can’t go back to my projects
get the line on ’em and squeeze the .9 on ’em
you’ve got to see the film ‘the day after trinity’ written by jon else
[chorus: faskmack]
since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo
saint junior guess you can call me hugo
all the chickens go all the chickens go all the chickens go..
i spit the truth the truth gone set y’all free so-
cause i innovate and i be the yates they can disintegrate
wish i was the perfect man but i still be sinnin’ mayne
she used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh
cause if it wasn’t for christ yeah we’d all be sinkin in flames
[verse 2: 45hre]
i write these negative fines and heat for lines
i can’t concentrate – i feel i can’t read or write
which die for goodness who have lived for crime
tek!lla sunrise my two wives decides who lives or dies
the smell of fear makes my nostrils — flare truth or dare
herbs for their smell and sappy plants to bear
used to use the club to hit and drag her by the hair
where problems is all the same and we got stories to share
wa zoom zoom zee
hey how you doin’?
how do u want it? how do you feel?
teacher teacher tell me how you do it
i’mma tell that truth ’till it k!ll me
while you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly sh-t
watchin’ me bleed
got me tripping
[chorus: faskmack]
since any turbelince will go privodince keep the murder tince in the ampalla minch any murded prints no
hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo
saint junior guess you can call me hugo
all the chickens go all the chickens go all the chickens go..
i spit the truth the truth gone set y’all free so-
cause i innovate and i be the yates they can disintegrate
wish i was the perfect man but i still be sinnin’ mayne
she used to be the cutest sether up in my class this class that class ye ye ye ye ye yehh
cause if it wasn’t for christ yeah we’d all be sinkin in flames

- 45hre

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