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[Chorus] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) wont mind of top cut the check dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut The Check I
neonecropopulace has no reflection neocaeczaristic phallic ruins just east of the river denial the techs are breathing welcome to this neotokyo gridlocks
Käännös: Mars Volta. Leikkaa että kaupungin.
: neonecropopulace has no reflection neocaeczaristic phallic ruins just east of the river denial the techs are breathing welcome to this neotokyo
Take me up to the top of the city Take me up to the top of the city Up to the highest point of the city One more step to the top of the city Put me up
Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scraps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? It's starting
and Braski) [Chorus:] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) won't mind of top cut the check Dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut
Whenever I'm dressed cool my parents put up a fight And if I'm hot shot, mom will cut my hair at night And in the morning I'm short of my identity I scream
security to escort us They go the long way but we take the short cut Give me the blond hair, long weave, short cut You know the flow sick, came in on
woman and still need a saviour Maybe it's a billionaire maybe it's the cocaine I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city
mobbin' Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Maine the G It's titty, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy
Uh, yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, it's an ode, I admit it Here the city code is lock and load, any minute is rock 'n' roll And you rock
full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Lil mama you know you wanna go (Shawnna) I'm from the city where nothing pretty
who provided more jobs For blacks than armed services Cut them corners, stay ahead of them curvatures Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run your city
young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don
