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I just got mistaken for that Genady Golovkin Lean sumbitch with some hands that'll drop em Just got mistaken for Genady Golovkin Smokin loud pack with Sloan and Johnny Hopkins What you know about Genady? I think he knows Swamp G What you know about Genady? I think your hoe want me Pull up in the big body On the gold concrete I feel like an Anunnaki Lookin like Mystique Only thing orthodox is my stance Flexed up in my True Religion jeans Swear to God, they thought I was GGG Talking shit then we can throw hands Outshine me yeah it ain't no chance Stones on me, let them hoes romance Love my shawty so I gotta throw grip Said I gotta throw bands Gold Cuban with a gold glove Came in, showed me no love Don't want it, flexin underground No magazine, but I'm flexin 12 rounds I just got mistaken for that Genady Golovkin Lean sumbitch with some hands that'll drop em Just got mistaken for Genady Golovkin Smokin loud pack with Sloan and Johnny Hopkins What you know about Genady? I think he knows Swamp G What you know about Genady? I think your hoe want me Pull up in the big body On the gold concrete I feel like an Anunnaki Lookin like Mystique
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