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Wood You Make Me Feel Bad

you Maybe it ain't right and maybe I'll miss you Maybe it ain't the easiest thing that I'm gonna do You have made me feel [Incomprehensible] sometimes pretty bad

finder 'Cause you haters got PhD's Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Hey yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You

choke)'', said Grandfather, ``I know that, you idiot. It was a rhetorical question.'' Above them, Billy the Bird chirped proudly. ``Yeah, that's right. We bad. We bad

best bet is to take an aspirin I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin Cause when you ash I'll make an ass of you and only you see Just in

till you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam You gotta sip through a straw Shop lift through the mall Pictures of me on my

Betty just slurp, of course I'ma tell you when Oops, my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then I just bought me five new Polos 'cuz see

he was higher than the comet Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me? Are you perfect motherfucker, how you finna judge me? When you home you

is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through

you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us