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Guttermouth - Gas Out lyrics
go to the store, but a pack there's 12 tortillas neatly stacked next thing you know, grab some beans stuff that shit right down your jeans we run, we hide your diet's refried gas out...next thing you know sorry mom, i think i'll go and drop the bomb it's in the face, and that's too bad rosaritas all they had we run, we hide the beans inside gas out |
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