U.S. Bombs - Underdog Lyrics |
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| Get me up mr mike rown phone ya never save for a wake chippin more of me everyday yer justed get used to it claim to fame is callin yer name mr mike row phone one bag for a business man on mommys loan it's black and white it's white black he brings it to yer front door it's so easy no more money from yer mommy quetido de negra es beskante of lebianka everything i own even my sols everything everything no one knows mr mike row phone he live with mrs jones believe in wrecks yer a fucking mess and winners never quit unlucky night for mr mike 'cause you can't cop yer soul mr mike no energy it's soakin up yer bones |
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