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By using this site, you agree to our: This page is missing some information about the song. I could let you move into my house You'd fuck the neighbor every time I go out And wipe his nut on my pillow, oh, but I think I'd rather kill you 'Cuz we parked all alone on this here dark alleyway, hey. When you all of you were away, Cole and his eyebrows stuck around, only getting more comfortable. Right S-s-s-s-sonic, sonic Right [3rd Verse - Violent J] I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack You become much older now and I don't see you turning back Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That one day I'll get you in my hands Quem pode ouvir essa lista? They'll try and catch all thats instore for you How many souls will fall from the sky?
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Kendrick Lamar] I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence Sometimes, I did the same. I need some fact checks I need more realness, need you to act less 'Cause they deserve Oscars, so many imposters What's up with guest lists? If you'd like to receive the Songfacts Newsletter, please enter the email you'd like it sent to below: To pimp a butterfly [Hook: Eazy, you wanna sit front row? What does this song mean to you? I love you, but now you gotta die that's right Bitches!
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