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to top the divorcees list of baroness Nica Lyrics - Artist : Busdriver
Things
Why do, why do you do these things Why do you do these things Why do you rush Bang Tell my baby mama I'm Salvador Dali Dalai Lama Ali Baba Styling on the wah-wah Wilding with his blah-blah Sliding skulls of trauma To the verse [?] to the genius of this raga See I was at the gahba [?] Tossing hot potatoes to the halos of OGs Like a never ending saga My niggeros [?] from Figaro made me feel like Rwanda But I was pretty spooked when the suits gave me [?] Like I was in the Weathermen, Neverland branch Never understood the clever man that never can dance But rap made thirty mil, we ain't thirsty still Tell my baby mom I'm gonna dead it as a mercy kill Why do you do these things Why do you do these things Why do, why do you do these things Why do you do these things Why do you rush Tell my baby mother I think a lot to sink your shot at the buzzer My hood's chief crop was rubber While you sip hot tea I'm at the top [?] refine the nut jumper [?] My ball handling takes me from suspect to target My size alone says that I'm a roughneck at car theft But look you can't dribble through the eye of a giant Through the climate science without love Why do you do these things Why do, why do you do these things Why do you do these things Why do you rush |
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