I'm not going to be.

Oh,

I'm going to be

I'm going to Look at my hands

Gigantic and strong

With fingers so long

This is that song

My gloves are used The finest leather

Line with the softest and berries a fat eyes

My big lay hands make terrorists shape, my big lay hands make pussy's quaggy.

My big lay hands will take the wheel and drive the train to make America great again I put the mind I put the mind of care

The publisher is clearing gold

Laced with gold, they don't look old.

Driving you like that, crushing you typeer.

Tweet, like, and my pimp is so cracker!

My big lead hands make terrorists shake, my big lay hands make pusses quake.

My big lead hands will take the wheel and drop the train.

So make America's grave.

My big hands will take the wheel and drop the

chain should make America great again these hands are not the hands of the ordinary man, my big lid hands.

These hands are not the hand, are the northern every day my favorite

these hands are not the head Yeah, baby, baby, baby. Yeah, baby!

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