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I got pearls for girls |
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But I wish I had a penny for the poor I despise |
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If I touch, your skin |
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And you break my back |
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You bring tears to my eyes |
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Whiten the walls |
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They whiten the walls of Washington |
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Lip sync |
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I got shells as well |
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But I'm holding back my fire till they're in my sights |
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I got guns to run |
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Catch me running faster than a white boy's lies |
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Red as the roads |
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Running red as the roads of Birmingham |
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Lip sync |
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I got sex for sale |
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I'm trading in chains for the virgin brides |
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I got hell to pay |
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And I'm cracking like the whip for the dog I hired |
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Darken the doors |
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We darken the doors of Whitehall |
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Lip sync |
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Darken the doors |
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Lip sync |
