.Baking the bread neva running out
Paint my town red till the sun is down
Savings lookin like a hunnid thou
Told the feds to check my numbers now
She said oh you movin funny now
But you could still pull them rubbers out
I told hunny she could cut it out
You my hoe for the summer.
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