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South Park Mexican When Devils Strike

the rain They say that my lyrics destroy and kill but I'm only trying to tell them I know how hey feel I never had both of my parents I was 3 when he

Flip flop, white leather, bring it down at nice weather, I'm a big dice bedder, Polo on my tight sweater It's the eye opener, strike like cobra Pockets

white balls than the Nolan Ryan Nine with the silence, might turn to violence This for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients And my grass is much greener, South Park

Blame Em Dow,I Would Jump On Stage And Flow,And Holla Fuck The Police And The Radio They Cant Stop Me,But Certainly Them Fucks Could Try,I Started Dope House Back When

ma stay strong, stronger then they thought I made 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark South Park, slap 20

(feat. Baby Bash) [SPM] Baby, locked up...I miss you so much You'll always be my girl This is a love song, y'all, about this girl Sometime she a dike

back in this camp I'm doing this right here off the shot of [?] my boy Flaco gave me you heard.. Creasin' my pants as I dance with the devil I used to

day they will come And try to take your life away For when devils strike It's a love thing They just love to see when you down maine For when devils strike