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Dead Boys Ain T Nothing To Do

on outta here Just aint nothin' to do I'm so sick of FM I don't play my stereo too Just wanna get out on the street fights Just aint nothin' to do There aint nothin' to do

connections in Russia Try to stop my shine, my troops'll bum rush ya F-E-D's on the watch, all eyes on me Ain't nothing they can do, but legalize currency

a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga, you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?

slow it down and still accelerate God gave him a gift, and my partna knew how to use it But the love I got for Screw, ain't got nothing to do with music

infinite hand went and sent us a Lamb [Bridge] 1, 2 and we you don't stop And we won't quit If not for you Lord, we won't spit We do this for all the

hits the joint until it ain't none left Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight Even

, let my boys fuck I ain't even tripping, plenty noise in my truck Got bang got ice grill, ice chain Pockets looking swolled, Daily got's to do my thang

you’ll wind up dead. Cos I don’t understand what your fucking problem is it’s like your in your own world and only you exist now my world has started to revolve around yours and I ain’t

to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy