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Girls don't cry in L.A They party, and gossip, and gossip, oh But she knows knows Hillsong Girls don't cry out there in Dallas Go to church on a Sunday Back in the world on Monday All I hear is a lot of mmchubbahu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that All I hear is a lot of Mmmhuhhuhu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that Can't let everybody know your next move How they your brother but don't hold you to the truth It's either Jesus or it ain't, you gotta choose You can tell if they brother by the root They claim Christ, we don't see it in the fruit Fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit Go ahead dog and put that on the loop I don't associate with that side Tell him, him, and him that they chains fake All this growth coming from worldliness Christian version of the worldly rapper that y'all wanna be Anybody that corrects y'all is jealous, huh Dog, then tell me what we jealous of You follow trends, we'll forget you like the other ones And other ones, and other ones All I hear is a lot of mmchubbahu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that All I hear is a lot of Mmmhuhhuhu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that Girls don't cry in L.A They party and gossip, and gossip oh But she knows Hillsong Girls don't cry out there in Dallas Go to church on a Sunday Back in the world on Monday All I hear is a lot of mmchubbahu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that All I hear is a lot of Mmmnooouuuu Gibberish I can't get into this I won't get into that
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