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My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing me My drinking is killing

You say you kinda freaky Well I'm here waitin for you Why you wanna tease me Over talkin it I know you want me Cuz you talk a good game yea I'm sittin

money we the greatest add another check to my checkin and savins and afour fs to the weezy f baby nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby Dedication 3

Gimmie a little more than candy. Yoooo that was the corus and here comes the rap so everybody pot your hands together and clap. You rememebr the good

Time will pack a bag on you, my love Organize, re-organize your luck Pretty face, a pretty smile A pretty shame, you can't defile The message you have

Well, here we are again Throwing punchlines, no one wins As the morning sun begins to rise We're fading fast and we won't work this out No, we're not

You like? Don't be scared, come closer You never saw me like this before, huh? Look I've been a goody, daddy but I don't have to be If you don't want

luv [x2] My baby Dats my baby Have his baby some day N yes its been hard So hard Oooooo N dats my baby I luv him I luv him yawl [verse 3:] I think about

Martin Luther King died for his love! Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even