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My choppa connected I'm not talking data I hop out on foot Got a slug, with a laser The pussy too tight She imported from Asia I'm not even racist I'm judging by faces My glockie a rican It turn you too pasta Broom with a beam Make em dance like a salsa (Mumbling) Feel like I'm OJ Skrt' off in a Bronco Bitch say I'm macho Fuck in a poncho Make us a kid But I'm leaving tomorrow Empty the bottle My bitch like a model I'm going full throttle I muzzle the barrel The ops being careful They scared of original Feel like a principal I'm beating yo' ass I got a beam Put a dot on yo' ass Completing the hit I got hundred's to bag (bitch) My choppa connected I'm not talking data I hop out on foot Got a slug, with a laser The pussy too tight She imported from Asia I'm not even racist I'm judging by faces My glockie a rican It turn you too pasta I'm boot'd' in pradas I hop out I'm spraying We ain' making friends Give a fuck if you hating My chop' 808 That bitch it be banging I came to fuck What you think? We was hanging I got the fed's right outside of my door They think I'm a criminal Internet ghost I got no connection Like word too my host You heard about me Like shit what it do I pull up go crazy This bitch finna' boom Blow up the function Just like I'm a terrorist All of them guns But you still get embarrassed Call me jay-z Call me jay-z cause, you know If you know, you know you feel me My choppa connected I'm not talking data I hop out on foot Got a slug, with a laser The pussy too tight She imported from Asia I'm not even racist I'm judging by faces My glockie a rican It turn you too pasta
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