Coroner

August '97
August
August '97

Yeah

Call me customer, oh you got me
Training that arse up top pull a cap in your ass
A nigga got things to do
Buck around get got
Little talk from me to you

(Incomprehensible)
That booty gonna get you hurt
Or that or It's too late
I said I got things to do
And one of them waxing you

Take off your frown
That sweet apple bottom gonna get candied and go on a merry-go-round

Vicky Park funfair, August '97 (August '97)

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Writer(s): Roy Nnawuchi
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