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. I'll never be your fiend. Spinning the dice of what I feel. I just hate this disguise. I'm not your fetter fiend. There's just too much that you haven't seen. Hanging on by a thread or narrow
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back And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends. And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end. Hope to die now 'cause you know I'm better off dead. Hey brother, won't you lend me a
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F/ Mcafee. . Fiend. Yeah, yeah! Yeah!. We ain't never went nowhere nigga. . Chorus Fiend + Mcafee. I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em. Get your paper burn 'em out
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Yeah, everybody got one, and you're mine Baby I'm your fiend, baby I'm your fiend, baby I'm your fiend. I've been cravin' for your love, I've been savin'. I've been pavin' the low road to you
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I was a fiend before I became a teen. I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream. Music orientated so when hip hop was originated. Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated. 'Cause I
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I was a fiend before I became a teen. I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream. Music orientated so when hiphop was originated. Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated. 'Cuz I
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I was a fiend before I became a teen. I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream. Music orientated so when hip hop was originated. Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated. 'Cause I
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. Geurae geurae geureoke. Dumchit kung chikita. Meotdaero D-D-D-D-Dance. Mamdaero D-D-D-D-Dance. Ttarahae. Neoui soneul jjuk ppeo***. Keun woneul mandeureo. Tto baneul gareumyeo. Take my heart. I got you. I
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, black fabric. Black magic, rap magic, rap logic, Diggy got it. Check, D, on cd, now you fiend me. . Big screen tv, now you see me, plush livin'. Touch women, phenomenal flow. Bahamas with a momma to
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nerd. Bringin' daddy Fiend the money, while all I do is choke herb. I spank 'em and thank 'em, leave 'em swollen and kiss 'em bye. And just think, 'cause them extra them knowin' my fist size
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Song Dumb Girl - Run-D. M. C. I seen you jockin J. C. cause he got a Mercedes. And you know about his ladies, and all his babies. You just wanna ride, and get inside. And run around town, like
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Song Dumb Girl - Run-D. M. C. I seen you jockin J. C. cause he got a Mercedes. And you know about his ladies, and all his babies. You just wanna ride, and get inside. And run around town, like
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When I saw you standing there. I bout fell out my chair. And when you moved your mouth to speak. I felt the blood go to my feet. Now it took time for me to know. what you tried so not to show. Now som
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DUMB GIRL I wish I knew, why a girl like you. Wants to do all the things that you do. I know you want a man, but you should understand. That J. C. ain't D, you shouldn't be his fan. You're not this
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