Not The Same, by Ky Moet
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DON'T HATE THE PLAYER HATE THE GAME DON'T STRESS THE LAME STRESS THE FAME WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE YOU'RE GONNA BE THE 1 2 BLAME MY SWAG IS HOT AND BETTER THAN YA GAME REMEMBER, JUST LIKE IN DECEMBER NOTHING EVER CHANGED WE ARE STILL NOT THE SAME |
| Posted: 2010-07-11 01:38:33 UTC |
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