, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will
, the real dogs is back Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk Yeah for all y'all bitch ass niggas
bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck
to the front I'll make you feel it Yeah sucka! Chorus I said what kind of feeling done got you all in it - I'm coming after you Some punks got the spirit
That with no punk rock everything went unchallenged, Land got knocked down to build more land, That got knocked down again for a couple more grand, With no punk
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just replenish apprentice retract all the wack 'fore you niggaz get blackballed, you're small And we make a spectacle of y'all withdrawal Punk contention
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