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Hot Chip Over And Over

back over and over and over and over and over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal the joy of repetition really is in you under and under and under and

back over and over and over and over and over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal the joy of repetition really is in you under and under and under and

back over and over and over and over and over like a monkey with a miniature cymbal the joy of repetition really is in you under and under and under and

you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking,

Sosa And the Latin chick tranportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota Avoidin' NARC's wit camcorders and

And I don't ever know where I'm gonna go Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and it's all she wrote The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over

queuing Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit that Yeah yeah you are fit and yeah, I do want it But I stopped sharkin' a minute to get chips and

Miss-Not- Too-Bougiese with a booty and know how to roll doobies and junk Curren$y- Bitches think I'm living out my car, all these shoe boxes and shit

-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy