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My Tunes
Where my tunes go, boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog, wheres the paycheck?
Where my tunes go X2
Where's my socks at dog? Wheres my shoes at?
Chop to the top in the chocolate, remove that
Long black stockings and move back girl
Wear your blue lingerie, blonde braids, take it off yeah
Where my tunes go boo? Where we do that?
You strip smooth in the back, lone music
Where did the remote go, so if we bumping slow-mo
You can touch it, gold foreign on the [???]
Where the [???], get a cig lit, after when our skin stick together
Like a gym hat, rappers for my fat pocket
Where you put the popsicles, man I put them in the fridge back to get cold
Where the fat cats go when they get old?
A place with mad catnip and fresh fishbones
And thats whoa, where's my keys?
Probably in the hole between cushions on the sofa out of reach
Where I'm obviously pushing up her knees, dig deep
On when she leans over jerk looking up her skirt, please
Where the time go, every time we try and go get live
Showing up five before close
(yeah one more time)
Where the old days get when they jetted
Like i try and stay awake
When the place went to bed
And its a headache
Wheres my red team?
I rep they
Like they rep Craig
Who got his left pit stained
The best I'm putting in work
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Wheres the pay check?
Coz it ain't paid yet
If i gave a shit i wouldn't make a next tape
But i said hey
Wheres the good shit?
We cook with a couple for tea
For anyone who want to mumble to me
He humble as fuck but, suck from my nuts
G-up if you come for trouble and such
Pucker up a duck
First down the thirst get
Club crowd with a crown of southern comfort
Now work with a burst mouth
Surrounded by the skirts like a [?]
We just slurp shit, obverse and pontificate
Wheres my notebook
That i don't hook
With the most overlooked quotes
So it's no good
Roll with those crooks, whoa
Speaking of the streets
Squad not to But if got a nose like police dogs
Wheres the weed y'all?
Get the streets fogged up
Like it's john c long gone [?]
Or like halloween creeps ball wearing a mask
And deep love is a thing of the past
Where my tunes go, boo? Where the time go?
Wheres my socks at dog, wheres the paycheck?
Where my tunes go
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