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We walk upstairs, we walk upstairs. Everything is wonderful down in South Africa. Lorraine has sinus after all Buried alive. Hate. Buried alive. Hate Stop. Please stop, please. We like to pass
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We walk upstairs, we walk upstairs. Everything is wonderful down in South Africa. Lorraine has sinus after all Buried alive. Hate. Buried alive. Hate Stop. Please stop, please. We like to pass
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& cheese hole. Tryin' to make myself clear,. Give me just a foot here. You offend my sinus,. I'll kick your royal highness. I'll see your euro-barge by friend,. And raise you one ugly american. In
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, La post nasal drip. With the wheezes and the sneezes and a sinus that's really a pip. From a lack of community property and a feeling she's getting too old. A person can develop a big bad cold!
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fourteenth time. A person. Can develop La grippe. La grippe, La post nasal drip. With the wheezes. And the sneezes. And a sinus that's really a pip!. For a lack of community property. And a feeling
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up the EQ for minus. Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus. As with this slang was born a new Sodom I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack. The acidic 32nd
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timeless, simply cause it's honest. Pure as the fumes that be * with my sinus. Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red. Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah! You better change what comes out
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timeless, simply cause it's honest. Pure as the fumes that be * with my sinus. Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red. Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah! You better change what comes out
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timeless, simply cause it's honest. Pure as the fumes that be * with my sinus. Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red. Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah! You better change what comes out
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criminal minded, winter coat climate. Cold, * up your sinus,. bitches might choke, I'm giving them the Heimlich,. I'm a pimp in my own * rhyming, you my side bitch. Ugh, 2 Chainz, two pinky
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' hard, not knowin' that it corrupted two chillin'. I'm starin' at the ceilin', can't take too many blows. The pain be killin', got the sinus up in my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead
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I keep my styles jam packed. I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby. You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60. I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus
