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always thought his word was an earwig, never thought I could get stepped on like a twig under his feet don't need to be from the street to know what it's like to write rhymes in the back seat. cop car cruisin' make a call with cuffs on seeing me struggle gives the officer a hard on.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
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always thought his word was an earwig, never thought I could get stepped on like a twig under his feet don't need to be from the street to know what it's like to write rhymes in the back seat. cop car cruisin' make a call with cuffs on seeing me struggle gives the officer a hard on.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
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