Lyrics:

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You better set your malaria to puncheon your brain '
That bell missionary I hear he steel your cocaine
You better set your malaria to puncheon your brain '
Send the back to where they come from

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Make you so likable and everybody wanna save you
Save it just for them self
'got blow up'so they can get back'
No thinks need to see so '
But I guess your mother know so doesn't matter
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But I guess you never say so doesn't matter '
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