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I was like Woah, you don't know, what I know So bro, hit the road, let it grow, Fuck hoes, let it flow, gotta show Explode, drop it low Give the code It's 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Hundred million bitches looking for some rich men Re up, get up, back up, stand up, get up, get up, get up yuh Re up, get up, back up, stand up, get up, get up, yuh Woah, they talk bout shit they don't know, They be always doing fame shit (cut it off) You be lookin like you wanna beat shit (let it off) They be acting like a fuckin fake shit, drop drop it low Hit em' with the Hit em' with the onomatopoeia Hit em' with the onomatopoeia Hit em' with the onomatopoeia Hit em' with the onomatopoeia Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah woah, woah
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