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I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars but I'd spend it all
If I could find that Hannah and that Sancho that she found
I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap her down
But I really wanna know, my baby, mm-hmm
But I really wanna say I can't define
Well, it's love that I need, oh
My soul will outdo the wind 'til I get back
Find a hunter of my own
Daddy's gonna love me, you know
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it up, oh yeah
Well, I swear that I, well, I really wanna know
How they feel
Well, I really wanna say that I can be fine
Black love, make it go
What my soul will I do?
Ooh
What I really wanna say
Uh, baby
What I really wanna say
Is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I am going up
Tell Sanji
Don't let it be
Not what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45 And I won't think twice to stick that barrel
straight down Sancho's throat Believe me when I say that I got something
for it Home gas, what I really want to know, my baby
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