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[?] Late night bussin' that voddy Buds, no colly Lean to the side of my hat like Noddy Don't say sorry 'cause my head's like porridge Well, gotta crack eggs if you wanna make omelets Three-five, three-five Too many lines, can't read between lines Tequila, Sprite, Henny, lime Henny on the rocks Strut like Jenny from the block Broken telly switch off Like I'm burnin' biscott Franklin runnin' with the dog Throw me in fire with the logs In the middle of the woods No time on my watch Yeah, let me hit my solo Only red eyes in the photo Rollin' stone, how I roll home With young niggas with the ice like Frozone Mum worries how I go home late School, show no face Buss chips on my shoulder, my shoulder breaks Alone on a boat on an open lake Letras de cancionesShe asked, "How well you can swim?" You see my skin? I'll never get in Life on blocks, dreams in cling All these sharks and I see so fins So I got no warnin' Uber pool got me pissed off like first thing right in the mornin' Hate strangers, hate runnin' through danger Hate when I miss when you're callin', yeah Unresolved hormones So it could be award shows or court clothes City like a war zone Need the model X, put it in sport mode I like to describe our business and its program in relation to the ever-complicated coffee machine that we have because coffee is really important I think of it as a relationship between being relaxed and being excited as, as a saying that you feel when you get to work, just gives you that buzz You feel movement [?] From Letras Mania