: I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter
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I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter and
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I'm sweating, and breathing and staring and thinking and sinking deeper. It's almost like I'm swimming. The sun is burning hot again on the hunter
m gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it When I bust my gage Cause all that loud gun talk Dont mean squat If my tool gets
: Listen to yourself You're a hot mess St-t-stutter through your words Breaking a sweat What's it gonna take to confess What we both know Yeah, I was
: Now don't start a fessin your on the check We're so damn hard we never sweat A gonna' rock gonna' roll we'll take control But if ya had to rock the
off, this nigga's walkin soft; it's the smoothness that make niggas move to this; for you ruffnecks, i'll check you with my tool and shit; don't sweat
It goes lonely Goes slowly So slowly goes the night Ten lonely days, ten lonely nights I watch the moon get flayed anew Until the moom becomes the skinning tool
up a guy n knock him dung wid me range. nah have no change fi change so want no nuttin strange,when mi ring up a guy n knock him dung. and wuk dat! sweat
All through your hood Burnin trees...burnin trees Ladies let the music run right through you Just like I'll do - Butch Cassidy Chorus {Tray-Dee} I'm so cool I that I sweat
ways Won?t you open up your mind Boy we?re living in modern days Girl I?m coming from the school Where if you want the job done right You have to used the proper tool
a titty Would you ... . [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutch with cha left hand I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man' I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat
Listen to yourself, you're a hot mess St-st-stutter through your words, breaking a sweat What's it gonna take to confess? We both know Yeah, I was outta
'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools