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A D O R Let It All Hang Out

it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean? I can almost taste it I can almost save it This shit makes no sense to me What does it all mean

it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta,

a lump To this nigga name Peewee From the R I C H M O N D Bitch you can't hang with me 'cause yo ass is scandalous Bitch fuck it damn, that's the end

' till it comes out right And when it's beatin', I'll just say, "Let's roll" I make another record and buy some gold I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself I'm like a

8 I done let a potent 4, Ima come down sip a deuce, let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice sittin sideways boys in a daze, on a Sunday nite I might brang

am? I'm the Mexican Gangster 27 Orale pues, it's me 28 The L-I-L R-O-B 29 Orale pues, it's me 30 The L-I-L R-O-B 31 Mexican Gangster numero dos 32

like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See

feel it Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler

your face Well it was a, amateur night, a group dressed in white Didn't think it was spectacular but they were alright Kept sayin to myself, I wish it