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Spark Master Tape
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Hanson Brothers
Uhhhh. Paper Platoon. Yeah. Uh
Ey' where's your crew hang, we Wu-Tang, we boot camp, you the Hanson Brothers Hit your fam up with a ransom number, thirty four dollars a pound street brother You trash heap stunner bro, pretty whip pushin brand new hundred spokes Still I hit any bitch in the tits with her kids in the crib Give a shit 'bout another ho up in my shit we slanging Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
We got the guns, guns, guns, guns, we slangin' We got the guns, guns, guns, guns, we slangin' Uh, I heard that Charlie hacked your bank account So I'm leaning on my couch, I snorted half a ounce Sneeze right, man, my nose could cause an avalanche Brother, I, man I told these kids to listen I'm Tyson bitches I'm champion, like.
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