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Back up boy forty five feet, always looking for a freebie
Why don't you let up sometime, hawks out with his axe'n'me with this lead sheet on
Trying to scuffle up those twos'n'fews for uncle so's I can bail out my full orchestration.
Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn't feed grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea, just look at him and dig that vine
All off time his strollers look like he's ready to jump he's playing ketchup 'n' I got to
tighten his wig Hold it down 'n' I'll come up with line two like I said
Ain't nothing to it just here
Ain't nothing to it just here
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing to it just here
I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in the drinkden and the sharks are droppin'
the shucks Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and weaving the four F's all around her
I nixed her out long ago, man, she's too sometimey, she will and she won't
She do and she don't always on the fence and sleeps with her glasses on
Man, man
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing to it just here
She's faust to me so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me so skip it and forget it
Ain't nothing to it
Ain't nothing to it, just here
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