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her down your own mama down your own
tie up your dress and run down your own
your children are heartening to non-this
In the prison channel they're born
her down your own mama down your own
tie up your dress and run down your own
your children are heartening to non-this
in the prison channel they're born
her mama got the news
that you know she went wild with excitement
trying to protect a child
he was heartened to non-this
In the prison channel, they are bound to heal
A Tommy King that made the attack and sims with a cutlass
Behind his back, apprehended immediately
And taken to the Royal Constabulary
Tommy, you should bite your fingernail
You are well six months in the royal jail
You don't even wait to see carnival
Now they charge you, have it, you old criminal
Down the road, mama, down the road
Tie up your brazi, oh, now you go
You're too early, now how can they do that fear?
In the prison channel, they bound to heal
As I body, thank God, I body, body, body
Calling from afar, son, you did not listen to your mother
Don't try too late to realize
In that Royal jail it will be penalized
Nowhere in a British territory
Can you commit violence so easily
And if they charge you with great velocity
The full penalty is ten years of custody
He's gold, but the children run her out of this world.
Down the road, mama, down the road.
Tie up your dress and run down the road.
Your children are hard, and they do not feel law.
In the prison, try not to take your phone.
Mama, take your phone.
Honey, take your phone, children.
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