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Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that They was looking for the shoota! I'm right here muthafucka fuck you I been poppin Ks. You been poppin 32s Dolce on my chain and Balenci on my shoes I roll a muthafucka like a dice set Flip em like a tech deck Muthafucka fight back Told em we get hectic I been on the right track Check it at the check desk You know we don't like that Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that Yeah, Ima pop another K like Where my oppa? Like where ya at? Yeah She love it when I pull the Glocks out I pop out I pop out She told me not to tell another lie And I lied And I lied Fuck around and hide. I could never hide Brudda on my side loving homicide Love is for the blind. Bitch I luh my sight Fuck it. Ima slide on her. Ha Im at catch one. I can't hear a damn thing Bass up in my ear when im tryna throw game She took me to the back and she suck the whole thang I roll another wood with the gang Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that Shoot that. Tout that New rack? Count that Who that out back? New pack? Doubt that
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