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1: wifisfuneral] Okay, like, smokin' on this kill, I'm so fucked up, my life's a Pretty sure I held my pride, if I can't die, like, got into you? pushin' on my whip now, hip now I just spent a quarter on my wrist, like, what that 'bout? This is real life, no cap, I'm on the tac, like, Check my now Hol' up, like, keep your breath, I stay off edge, like, who my shit Listen, okay, all my life deaded, deadman bless me 'till I'm restless Bring it back, write my thoughts to mention, burn my past until present You can't kill my soul, forget it, you too for my section Wait, like, tell me why I'm better then? better check my letterman Hand smoke like cigarettes They new shit now my threat Like, bitch, I'm in my Bring it back, brick back, that, uh We can only with the toe tag All up in the middle, run flat, uh All up in the middle, run flat, uh it back, brick back, hold that, uh We can minus with the toe tag All up in the middle, run flat, uh All up in the middle, run flat, uh
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2: Curren$y] Uh, I got 25 lighters on my 30 in my collection quite impressive I up on bitches, they be under pressure My last one wasn't right, so I her Baby, you should take that as a lesson All we is Corvettes and better Porsche Carrera, no top in the so perfect how me and paper go together I stack it up and use some to the leather I got my own strain, I'm a boss in the Musical cocaine, I'm a dope mane Rims pokin', I'm swervin', hoggin' up both I'm New Orleans, I stay everywhere, I'm hoppin' planes Rolex and Cuban chains, in my pinky ring Money is not a thing, but I'm so glad I got it, is not a thing, but I'm so glad I got it, mane
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