Correction Paroles M.O.B par Kevin Abstract

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Hey, kids? (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Fine)
You feel alright? (Yeah)
I wanna be more like a child, they question everything
Like, "Momma, where is your wedding ring?"
The dust still settlin'
Aight then, I'm settled in
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

I'm tryna go in, I hope you n***as know it
Young boy, I ain't heroic
They hurtin', free they soul b*t*h
You poor fool, think you know it
My boy got the heater loaded
So I don't trip too often
Reportin' live from Kaufman
These my dawgs for life
Until I see a coffin
Them trees, they got me coughin'
I'm ridin' around, I'm cautious
We yellin', "f**k the law, b*t*h"
We finna get it started
We youngin' and we wildin'
That bread keep multiplyin'
That pain just keep on comin'
Bring that Holy Water, we f**kin' underwater
We jackin' off each other on the beach, then c*m in the water
That's that Holy Water
That's that Florida sh*t, that 305, that guala, guala
Might not see tomorrow
Wash the evil from your heart, that's a verse I borrowed
I see y'all boys tomorrow

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