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Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

Get the genie out the bottle Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it, crazy that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lap Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go and back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her

You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you

Pour your 40 out! Guzzle it! Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! We fucked up, let us in the club One of y'all niggas

Mi fi a fuck yuh, mi fi a dweet If yuh never get catch him cyah seh yuh cheat Every message weh mi send, kindly delete it Look outside tell mi if yuh see the Jeep A mi friend mi send come pick you up Take your time when yuh a walk out Mi nuh really waan

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk too much Hoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck