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Falling Sickness All That You Paid For

You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect While you two rednecks

bankroll How you fall in love with a stank hoe Now you're blowin up her cell phone and she won't answer Trippin for a dude like a dancer And that's sick

that shit nigga 'Cause we that sick nigga, you see that bitch, get her 'Cause he that snitch nigga, so squeeze that's it, figure That you watch what you say, you

I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't

' you was a little bit stuck up Actin' like you didn't have time for the fuck up Tryin' to walk the halls, wit that little switch Tryin' to play that roll but you

yours? I guess so, got a reciept- paid for Got anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I ain

. And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee. I'm steppin' tall, y'all, and just like Humpty Dumpty you're gonna fall when the

PJ's Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings Whatever homeboy, you want it, you could get your receipt A little closer, you

for the money, two's for the show of it three's for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing