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Good things come to those who wait and we both are being patient. Login with Facebook Error: Login with Google Error: Skizzy Mars — Profound.
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Last night was a shit show, passed out in the taxi. Why not add your own? Tipping valets, camel butts in the ashtray.
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Haters hope I break a leg, But you say I wish you luck. I got a main bitch, I also got a nympho. Add your thoughts No Comments. Sleep on my shoulder in the cab, marvel at the home I have, Then I clap and you wake up to fluorescent lights. And you can find me at Ferragamo with Profouhd. Log in to add a tag.
These other rappers should go home like Tia and Tamera said. So drink something, smoke something, fuck something, tryna make it, fuck the underground. Know something about this song or lyrics?
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Haters hate me like alarm clocks on morning Mondays. Monday mornings my name rings bells like church Sundays. Lyrics submitted by quittersraga. Never get cocky, gotta stay Ethiopian hungry.
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