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Go to the store, but a pack
There’s 12 tortillas neatly stacked
Next thing you know, grab some beans
Stuff that shit right down your jeans
We run, we hide
Your diet’s refried
Gas out...next thing you know
Sorry mom, I think I’ll go and drop the bomb
It’s in the face, and that’s too bad
Rosaritas all they had
We run, we hide
The beans inside
Gas out
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