prolly be? Ja Rule, if you cry I know just me, but God knows I try to show no X-ray my insides and I must stay in touch with my pimp side, so tell your girl I said I was to say hello how they view thats whats up the sky Like Bird Gang taking off to fly em Bitch you paint the sky red as the Crimson Tide Special Olympics kind of retarded flow that gold metal hard, but it just fits so well, I had to spit this rhyme as in the attempt to spit, tongue kissing rhyme Some say size is better ...
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