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My Bullets like
And Fly right ya dome
My whistle like
A Hundred a nigga gone
My Bullets like
I got that Typewriter gun just like Capone
My Bullets
6 feet another homie gone

1:]
We woman and we smuggle them bricks
New 750 model hug on my
I a hater hater a postcard from paradise
The beach sandy that money got the setting
No less stress
Now all my enemies are in my book of
I'm in Luis Bomber
Yeah my car is like the stealth
I see I mash when I hit the corner
Money at the bar raise the economy
Global phone leer jet recession bother me
slippers fat ass cell
Two sisters I'm so like pharell

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2:]
I'm far from a legend I'll be one
Street hall of fame die a big gun
Like my Troy at the sports bar
I get money and it on a sha'pa
Interscope wanna and conquer
Momma always told me don't em
R.I.P to Derry ...
To get an education need a 40 cal
Lock your doors and your children
13 years old and he dead on linen
Same day shit

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My Bullets like
And Fly pass ya dome