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So put it in mouth We gonna show you this rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this bitch out like This cut still bump when it's an oldie
And if we still ain't sold or gold That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me Black, I snack on the wack and wash it with a fifth of Yak like that and that's the way it is
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