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Yo, how did he go He out like a bitch So We just talkin' 'bout you 'Cause a lot of pigs Are too
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So if you're Why we are at you if you thought You always tell a You've got a lot of But you don't Yo lad you what I be frontin' I'ma you why? You act you can fight But when there's a fight You out that Your I'ma do it eyes, do it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't A think you've got back up But you really You why I even hit you with my fist I'd smack that out of you I know the real