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Underdog Lyric

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get me up mr mike rown phone
ya never save for a wake chippin
more of me everyday yer justed get
used to it claim to fame is callin
yer name mr mike row phone one bag
for a business man on mommys loan
its black and white its white black
he brings it to yer front door its
so easy no more money from yer mommy
quetido de negra es beskante of
lebianka everything i own even
my sols everything everything
no one knows mr mike row phone
he live with mrs jones believe
in wrecks yer a fucking mess
and winners never quit unlucky
night for mr mike cuz you cant
cop yer soul mr mike
no energy its soakin
up yer bones