[SAINTS ROW 3] - Fur In My Cap | Текст песни

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just a big boy with a big bike and a big bitch with tha big tike got my lips poked cuz i sip life tell me when to go gotta get this right when im feelin old cuz it look just like limpin demention as if as a infant im distant yet instant simataniously explain this to me maybe its famous to be or maybe that aint what we'll see pick sumthin stick sumthin in it with the engine runnin one hinnet two hunnet three hunnet miles on a empty stomach im on it been on it yall just aint in on it yet shown tha its on the fence of the wrong home the fits fixed arith-fix so hints im exempt goin

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Exactly gone indat me wether that be at a track meet or actually right here in back of me if yall catchin the beat im glad to be leaving a thing called happening but naturally there aint happily ever after might last a week in-fact it seems too fast to be,bad to me that could mean one or two screws un fastning thats blast me or fasinating depending on how i go about debating and stands with out sayin since i was finna not to be biased ot the slightest in the middle but if i aint talkin bout shootin thangs tou can thank i was shootin blanks or a stank in the little yellin

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goodnight my lonely folks unfourtuantely it seems i slowed for thangs a boomarang and poke me in the eyes cuz they oakland so if i aint only apolagize for the slightest inapropreate-ness for my throat speaks accept it and let this serve as a reminder that we might have regrets but whatever its better behind us there might juss be bullshit come greet me by the tool kis and finally.....

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