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No Fun At All Reckless I Don T Wanna

the devil on my shoulder Burning down the houses and I'll have a blast Dodging every bullet but I'll never last Because I, I don't wanna, I don't wanna I

type) I just can't explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) I just can't explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) (I believe in people like

city where it's all death In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew, But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew Second verse [lil' ya]: I wanna

type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) (I believe in people like

I always fall for your type (for your type) I just can't explain this shit at all (fall for your type) I just can't explain this shit at all (fall for

type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) (I believe in people like

shorty at with no kids at? Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that Bein broke gave me the ice grill, If I can't smoke, I might ill fight

type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) I just can?t explain this sh-t at all (fall for your type) (I believe in people like

the city where it's all death In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew, But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew [Second Verse: Lil' Ya] I wanna