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Big D And The Kids Table Are You Just Scared

, yesterday you're something, you're something that you're not, yesterday you're something, youre something that you're not, today you're something, youre something that you're not, you

some bears and dogs and shit Just to make you a fur coat I could love you and treat you with class (Oh yeah) And have babies fallin all out your ass

back, And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks, No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks, And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map

a ditch Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through You metal deeper, you

the confedience All kinds a pills if she had the money she would get them Huffing for a challenge Acid for the love of it AND AND AND AND AND drinking just

, drinkin' White Label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke A nigga like me hold tecs, are you

back, And it?s on till my mates are all loving the tracks, No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks, And no guns, just trying to get us up on the

a ditch Daily dug for himself On his grave I had to piss Scud missile never miss you Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip thru You metal deeper, you

back, And it?s on till my mates are all loving the tracks, No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks, And no guns, just trying to get us up on the