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Michael Ball Love On The Rocks

with skills, good luck could happen Let's go C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock That's right It got to

failure So I just kept making heat up in the basement like a cellar Well uh, pipe down like draino Just roll into a ball like kano Cause they know, I'll die on

It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from

With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA

ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh' pick the phone up nigga" "Nigga, what?' "I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" "Come on then, come on then nigga

the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do I seen it in a documentary on BBC 2 Shot to death outside Hyper Value Guns blazing like Michael

' drivin' me mad Love, love, love, love This misery will be the end of me When he went away The blues walked in and met me If he stays away, old rocking

when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new

dragon tattoo on you, nigga No love from us In thugs we trust Niggas get rushed like hot whitend snuff Up yo nose I fuck up yo flows Leave my competition ass froze We tag on