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Ben Lee How Could That Be

't live without your breath You are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me How can that be

We pratically given the coochie-coo away Shake that booty, shake that booty It's not a bid sale It's a cake sell, goddamn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be

the west" Now with all these heroes down, Stan Lee refuses to surrender He got Storm from the X-Men, as if I couldn't match the gender Stan Lee shouts

these songs so I can make your world a better place/ And that?s all to say that all that I am is a collection of souls/ That God has used to touch me

Prices so low We pratically given the coochie coo away Shake that booty, Shake that booty Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell God Damn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be

on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you

Prices so low We pratically given the coochie coo away Shake that booty, Shake that booty Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell God Damn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be

that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think

air You see these kicks Ump they kinda rare Even got a phone that I be using in my lair Don't ask me unless on mire Just know that the beatz gonna make