| This is war
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| You had enough
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| This make you so shook that you soil your drawers
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| You knew how to run
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| We’re taking it all
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| Got nothin' to say shut your mouth
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| We’ll fuckin' have fun at your communist country
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| That’s word to Hawaii, let’s make this shit out
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| And this is house
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| And nobody pushin' us out
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| Now my brother let them come
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| they inquire so fuck you
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| Middle fingers everywhere
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| Anyone can get it, plenty to share
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| There’s gold on those girls
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| There’s gold on those boats
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| You shootin' us down
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| Don’t want us to float
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| There’s gold on those boys
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| There’s gold washed up on the shore
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| There’s gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Those cameras don’t capture it all
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| And 40 characters ain’t doing enough
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| So fuck what you heard
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| We’re bringing the doors to the dirt
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| You see us with hands in your purse
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| We squeezing that teet 'til it ruptures and bursts
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| I’ll guzzle that shit while I grab on my nuts
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| I’m from a country called Earth
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Gold washed up on the shore
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| Uhh
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| You see us with hands in your purse
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| We squeezing that teet 'til it ruptures and bursts
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| I’ll guzzle that shit while I grab on my nuts
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| I’m from the country called Earth |