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Jaaaaaaaaaa!
Yall took me for a one yall
But now I'm gonna son yall
Yeah, Symbolic What kind
Always the quiet ones that
They take advantage of hah
Yeah
Chuckie!
You can call you mother
Call your father
Call your sister
Call your brother
You can call your whole family
And your fake bras
But don't you ever ever
Call my phone
Don't you ever ever
Call my phone
Don't even text me
Send me an email
Don't you ever ever ever ever
Ever ever ever ever
Ever ever call my phone
You can call your fake bra
With the fake Fabiani
Acting like a dealer
But his not even a laanie
You never compree for the bottle
You skaapie
Got big talk
Can't stand for your praatjie
You belong in a bakery
You a top cake
Slither in the grass bra
You a top snake
You not a stand up guy
So sit down
You know we don't byza here
We get down
Yall took me for a one yall
But now I'm gonna son yall
You coulda took me for a two
Or a three or a four five
Six seven eight nine ten
Yes Ja
'Cos yall took me
For a one yall
But now I'm gonna
Son yall ja
You coulda took me for a ten
Or a nine or a eight
Seven six five four
Three two yes ja
You can call you mother
Call your father
Call your sister
Call your brother
You can call your whole family
And your fake bras
But don't you ever ever
Call my phone
Don't you ever ever
Call my phone