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The Bird And The Bee The Races

Gone forever to the races Pull your money out Call your mother, tell her something Never go without Pause a moment, just a moment Smoothing down your

Prijevod: Ptica i pčela. Utrke.

don't believe Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed I hustle at a speed between greed and need On the streets where intuition and weed are breed Shoot the gift and

Me And Imma Let Like Tin Fly and If The Pussy Run Then Rin And Min Then Gin Die Its Jay Mills Mutha Fucka You Noe Who I Bee;s Got My Stomper Nigga Boots