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CK Won
作詞：Milo Berger, Christian Palko
Look, y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served
Put the money in her
Look, I know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow
You fuck this, we closin' shit out
If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin'
Holdin' this baby over the roof when my incubus CD skips
My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch
On the land of them flips, man, start handin' me dames or clips
Fuck it, start squeezin', shootin' mofuckers for no reason
Am I buggin' when I burnt the flames after rubbin'
Gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'?
People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens
When they question me I say where I wasn't
Pretty bm puttin' holes in your civic out the window
Shermed up if you say I don't live it
Shit's landin', your grills holdin' a divit large enough
Large enough forecast fema to pivot
Or is it Chris Palko that's givin' these bitches mouthfuls
Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels in
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches
I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough
You might wake up with a mouth full of cum
And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg
You keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
Now don't start gettin' jumpy
I'm happy to pump three clips to your face
Then set out to leave the country
Bitch, smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat
And get whats left of the bitch back
Eat later rap to heat haters pimp
Like I feed 'em feet first to gators
Skin' grafts can't hide the brand
And then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in it
Then send 'em home with three of my mans in it
'Cause I'm no prince like protective palm laminates
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Think shit's silly, now watch the nine milly
Put this really dull bitch brains all in the belly
That's fifty K more, fifty more to gun
Or play back to the lab with a big tittied run away
Guess who ain't gonna pay to paint islands
Gettin' head from a wilin' bitch and still drivin'
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches
I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough
You might wake up with a mouth full of cum
And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg
You keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
I left a trail of dead nurses, kept the ID from their purses
Started my own 1 900 number service
Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time
Still collectin' note when I'm too wasted to rhyme
You in the basement online with the webcam
Go, get your head slammed, limbs broke bedpan
All for this bitch played you for Chris
IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you Cage piss
With the incidentals of cage kennylz
Cut through the panties with the rocks and the dentals
Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch
Unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached
Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it
'Cause I ain't got one and I ain't waitin' a minute
If the ransom ain't met then I ain't cakey to floss
Cheeze grater to face and start scrapin' it off
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches
I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough
You might wake up with a mouth full of cum
And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg
You keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
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