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We the and the future You might as well get to us We been around a givin 'em what they wanted The niggas they fronted But sick to they stomache once they hear about the gunnaz Yeah they know girl Comin you try to tell her "Please dont wear that" But she's on her own think she aint hear that You knowin whats happen after the party C and Neef up in the sweat we out the lobby Back back she trippin all off that army me my lib not even probably the gang Hereso these chickens get We show you how we switch up than the party Did it in the party me out hardly baby baretta Tucked the addition we army hit niggas up Then we breeze off bucky right Behind me the ROC me Yup
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