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Jackson 5 Come Round Here I M The One You Need

dumber rhyme, I'm not a print but I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer rhyme I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin like a bee, a dozen

like years "Puba, I thought you was a friend" I said, "What are you sayin hon, I gets no skin?" I gave her some advice I put the shit on ice And then I

cut and I'm burnin somethin Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns Plus I'm do' low

kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You