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in the backwood I can bust you a rap but anything else, not my job Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man 'Cause to my estimations and these calculations I can bust you a rap but anything else, not my job When I dip, they trip off what Furl
dressed in Wearin' the same kind of clothes, fuckin' the same kind of clothes I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look Me and my team, see we a machine Dre rock the jewellery with the clear stones I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job Bitch gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in |