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Nine Days Mexico

haven't seen it yet viva Mexico Then I'd lie in my bed, once again So I'd die, we'd run Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico And I'd lie in my bed

Mexico Then I?d lie in my bed, in my bed I?ve been battered, you?ve been shuttered, we?re both in tutters I know it doesn?t matter Well, my days and

the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips

fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on

stick the homie for true grip My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto Got me mucho dinero In Cozumel, Mexico shorts

swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him! [Chorus 1x] add "Vocab baby, vocab!" -Lauryn [Prakazrel "Pras"] Then cast off from here to Mexico! You

fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on

while ya Black Tahoe's Wit wild priminals that'll die for the dough Nine blows from the guns of these Brooklyn bravo's Shows how Mexico eatin' taco's

the homie for true grip My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto Got me mucho dinero In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and