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Choke Doin Fine

can't understand... that i'm doin' fine this time, i don't really care what you say no more now that i see what was distant from me, not going to wake up doing fine

live But when the homies call n say lets hit the town, when we do them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down I know we skip the line, n bitches think we fine

out to get yo? bread [Unverified] up, choke up, showin' some leg Get down like you live and get down on a dime You bring yo? home girl, that?s fine

-of-bacon man of mine And you money shiftin' flour siftin' nose liftin' rose of woman kind Just keep on doin' what you're doin' and what you're doin' suits me just fine

I can't replace the way it, made me feel And I would press that clutch and I'd keep it right He'd say a lil' slower son you're doin' just fine Just a

-piece-of-bacon man of mine And you money shiftin' flour siftin' nose liftin' rose of woman kind Just keep on doin' what you're doin' what you're doin' suits me just fine

doin nothing cause you spent up all your money So you smoke until you choke and drink your beer all alone You drank up all your beer and you're feeling fine

live But when the homies call and say let's hit the town When we do them haters frown Nigga turn the heat down I know we skip the line And bitches think we fine

you better cling cos it's the done thing Down, down, at the Policemans Ball They're all dancing in a line keep on gruntin boys you know you're doin fine