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My hoes are not like yours *not like yours* lambos wit wing light doors *wing light doors* {???} wit me bay {???} Oh {???} my bad didn't know she was yours *didn't know she was yours *yours* yours

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They must of thought this shit was sweet or summ "sweet or summ"

Like i ain't gon have my pistol when we meet or summ "we meet or summ"

I got it though, It go everywhere i go
Plastic hoes more surgeries then Michael

Hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmhmm hmhm hmhm "aww yeahhh!" let that choppa eat it go cuckoo I-