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Bill Fox

Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill

Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill

the plans in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat props) I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox An honor roll student in the

to eat Don't even finish your plate complete When the bill come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt Walkin up the block with Vivica Fox type

hold of the chrome and gold True, he felt good as he walked his hood Bein' hunted every night like a bear in the woods See cops play the role of a fox

cockmatics I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric No

the game Chase to balance empty palettes But there are emotions...and relatives and... I'm relatively poor with social ills. (Voluntary solitude doesn't pay the bills

got a high squeaky voice like a mouse in a can And that's the way that I am I wore baggy clothes, yeah, I was overweight Now, I'm a blue fox punk 'cause

He's as smart as a fox, someone you can't fool He's dressed like a Capone and he makes the rules He's hard and he's tough and he pays the bill Surrounded