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Boy Hits Car The Place Where You Come From

feel your anger Dont blame you for... And I dont want you to keep, drowning yourself You dont have to keep on drowning yourself I dont want you to keep, drowning yourself You

have to ask you to refrain from the language) the car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from

foe my soldiaz, like I told ya (Dear Lord can you help me?) when you at peace. Neva to fiend, you'll pray foe tha peoplez when you need'em they there

all about this thing called pimpin' So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch) You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the

making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's [Chorus - 2x] The hood is the hood man It don't matter where you from or what you claim You still get your

shit that you name Where the car at? Where the bread at? Where the girl you say that got that 'Five head' at? Where the rocks at? Where the Glocks at

' for the dank, You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes, Look in the trashcan you're as high as you get, Sometimes you forget smokin' one to many hits

to ask you to refrain from the language) the car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the

ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you