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't feel too great And now I'm gonna die Pain in der arsch Pain in der arsch Pain in der arsch Pocket full of cash Pain in der arsch Pain in der arsch Pain
[Ludacris] I met this chick in motor city and her name was Lexus Ass outta control and her chest was reckless So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and
of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl And I was satisfied being in love with a lie Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blame For the pain
shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside
'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me, now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass
ass out i wanna fuck you but i cant even lie about baby i dont no why u cry about when we talk about leaving this world one day to be prosistint less pain
long dick her like Look at Ms. Goody Goody pussy right there With that pretty ass face and that pretty ass hair With some pretty ass eyes and that pretty ass
older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same rap's will the track, man Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fuckin'
it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass
Monae and Leftfoot Whoaaa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And
one to spot ya and I aint telling nobody nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole
puss I wanna know how it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet
But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin' hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass
at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths of hell
wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start hittin' jewel