Correction Paroles Presents* par Yungster Jack

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Pull up to the morgue and she drink my c*m up
I sip too much, I might feel drunk
My tummy hurts, I need some Tums
Sit back on a stump
I'm feeling afraid 'cause I'm gon' jump
Evil Knievel, I do my own stunts
Aye, aye, pump it up
Feel like Joe Budden, I'm smoking these Runtz
Feel like Complex 'cause I got academics
And she shaking when she see my presence
I popped ten pills, yeah, I might go to Heaven
Just made a song, I think I'm gon' send it
I got these buttons but you shouldn't press it
I'm off depressants
Brand new hoes, I feel like a fireman
Pull up in Walmart and I'ma start sh*t

Pull up in Walmart like it's Black Friday
Black crows, black cats, black spiders and hallways
Blackberry Gatorade, I need to hydrate
Go under the ground when I see that the sky's grey
Look at my clothes, they're covered in insects
Why are you looking at me? I'm not singing
I'm on your wall, like she saw me on Pinterest
Don't look at me 'cause you're not in my interest
I'm smoking on Runtz, yeah [?] pinching
I'm with my boys and we pull up with tint
They say it sound like I am the lieutenant
You're just a peon, yeah, you're just a pigeon
I'm gonna clip your wings so you can't see a thing

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