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A wound, you hit it forward Fire it round with a tummy ache
♪ Throwin' money, you high on your *** ♪ ♪ Put that money in my arm ♪
I pull and split, click with the big moon shame on the show, throw the stomach grenade
# I've gone wild with my lace # # Smoke only, drink long, that's my catchphrase #
Take my hand, rappel, uh, down Come on the twerk dance, uh, right