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Field Mob - Betty Rocker lyrics
typed by miss502002 you've got to cook it up in tha pot bakin soda make hot chop it up then put it on the block cook it up let it sit then it stop chop it up bag it up put it on the counter (repeat) verse 1 i'm a roach in a rat trap i feel like new born babies in car seats i supposed to stay strapped cause i'm country like collar greens and grits we be like spike lee they screeming nics CAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING ME ??????????????? scared i'm on the team and i see one of my enemies what's all the fuss about? shout yo mouth, cut it out ? ? ? ? ? ? you don't sell dope like me |
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