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Cable She Is Here

Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made

Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made

man for a minute then repeat. Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them. Tried them, didnt work, Got impossible standards, Nothing I'ma do is

Hip hop Hip hop Is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all) Hip, hip hop Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip

do it like we on cable Cut out both of them phones Girl you need to be sippin champagne or that 'tron Then the headboards'll be cripping V.i.p is b-e-

to the pop song That I'm singin', ding a lingin', funky beats ringin' Everybody's swingin' in the place As I kick the J an' easy is my style R&B mixin

clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous

I mean honey wasn?t Jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here just

forgot 'cause she sucked a Player's wood for some gap socks Her name was michelle she was sabrina friend Got her loaded hit that ass of the straight gin She