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Yo, and I smoke gas uhuh, let's go I swear to god he born to shoot he to pass Balenciaga big ass as hell up on my feet almost bust my ass Pop out with pressure straight gas, Brodie OT he love to trap Up in the addict straight cash, that's facts Buddy keep on pillow talking to his future ex that's whack I break bread and that's a fact, I want no pokes I just want neck Sk pour four, he love the tech Can't wife no hoe that shit is dead Can't lose yo mind, can't lose yo head That's on my soul I used to care bout love I got little trust, he got a stick but he a virgin yet to bust I feed my alter ego, Lindasson a monster The feds gon lie under the oath just to settle up the score Uhuh uhuh yah Uh time wait for no man, I got habits I can't stand, You not my mans don't shake my hand Please watch yo tone and fix yo stance Cause my lil bro don't like no friends He got paranoia my boy Yo, and I smoke gas uhuh, let's go I swear to god he born to shoot he to pass Balenciaga big ass as hell up on my feet almost bust my ass Pop out with pressure straight gas, Brodie OT he love to trap Up in the addict straight cash, that's facts Buddy keep on pillow talking to his future ex that's whack I break bread and that's a fact, I want no pokes I just want neck Sk pour four, he love the tech Can't wife no hoe that shit is dead Can't lose yo mind, can't lose yo head That's on my soul I used to care bout love
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