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't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like
the ball in balla I made it resonate I put the pop in these girls and made 'em shake I put the b in the game and kept it true No cock blockin' this game
corner, wilders Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby That's right, diamond d baby [verse 1] Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice Like sunsets on the rio grande
corner, wilders Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby That's right, Diamond D baby [Verse 1] Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
My excuse is only human Like any animal that breathes Just to find a scent that's soothing I give you power over me I'm more weak than strong And not
don't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like
: My excuse is only human Like any animal that breathes Just to find a scent that's soothing I give you power over me I'm more weak than strong And not
't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like an
