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[02 Apr 2005|12:47pm] |
I had some 40z on my mind when I woke up this mornin' I was sick of fancy drinks from the bitches I'd been bonin' Wanted to get trashed, lay down and drink my stash Get up and make a quick dash then bat my fuckin' eyelash At the big nasty bottle of the shit I drink You may call me a ghetto freak but I won't even blink Don't even try to contain the 40z that I drain I leave a malt liquor stain like a fucking freight train I go to the high school, I go to the high school To find me a bitch, a young virgin switch
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