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Can't Believe It (Screwed|Explicit) - Big Pokey/Kyle Lee/J Capone
Written by：Kyle Lee
I go by the name Kyle Lee
And I wanna do the cave
This manner you hate us zica
I guess they say you know
We'll now be and talk by
You must be doing some more
Huh what I guess we're fight then
Yeah third degree
That's my cleave man click a real lies
We do sh*t man
With leak gas beat hit up the hit man
All you hate us leave the gate off my geek man
Kyle Lee yo read the mind with these
Laid base smoking craze in the west indies
Amazon freeze pocket full of cheese got fan overseas
No one up the creeze
How you low ray seen back in the lack
Pockets fade like a motherf**king sumo red
For the ray would do chase with deserve of plague
It's not an egg
Sets that we ripped in
We great state don't hate b**ch do the straight eighteen
Break much talk sh*t like a wolf break
Five to nine eh oh it's my birthday
Sipini brush with the same when I'm thirsty
I'm real so do hate us slay no over first me
Curse me with the token they won't hurt me
It only makes me stronger
Than behave done I'm a stronger
Is on brush
I'm a living in zeal with the comma
Sticky queen hatch on party
Now no owner
Zipped up in a spill smell may real warmer
She'll let the real d*mn piece of mass owner
Kyle Lee and gill
So you know I'm a boner
It's own
Amazon
I'm going alone
Then for Houston
With a call sad in tone home
Now sat to the east side to the west side
Left right wyeh ah right with the best side
Double trouble
So do believe will your chest fright
Token darn as a suicide
It's a suicide that's right
Third degree still breathing
Don't believe we'll hate us hurcum
Hate us we decease
So we're into hate us hey
You can't believe it
When they chokin' down third degree
You can't believe it
When they say we don't follow
You can't believe it
Oh believe this
