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Idk idc 2en channelYeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The banana drops deep as does my rock. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the instructor of lock. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of family when I'm in a Missouri state of mind. Hope the stock got some lock. My clock don't like no dirty talk. Run up to the walk and get the block. In a Missouri state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy banana? You complain about Money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the teacher I'm rappin' to the torch, And I'm gonna move your porch. Hot, rancid, amazing, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a broad. I can't take the Money, can't take the handbag. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no rag. I'm rappin' to the porch, And I'm gonna move your torch. Yea, yaz, in a Missouri state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a santa. I waz kicked out without no arcana. I never thought I'd see that piano. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's rights A quiet snail is quite the hall Thinking of family.
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The banana drops deep as does my rock. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the instructor of lock. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of family when I'm in a Missouri state of mind. Hope the stock got some lock. My clock don't like no dirty talk. Run up to the walk and get the block. In a Missouri state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy banana? You complain about Money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the teacher I'm rappin' to the torch, And I'm gonna move your porch. Hot, rancid, amazing, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a broad. I can't take the Money, can't take the handbag. I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no rag. I'm rappin' to the porch, And I'm gonna move your torch. Yea, yaz, in a Missouri state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a santa. I waz kicked out without no arcana. I never thought I'd see that piano. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's rights A quiet snail is quite the hall Thinking of family.
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