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Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I Never trust hoes, don't even trust my friends Tell that bitch to up, fucking with some grown ups know where I'm going, don't know where I been Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking some grown ups
My wonder why it never seem to reach See my Daddy in the way I'm And my features trying to put you on Dog I came from the plate and clean it I'm a dog Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue Lord I can't it I'm tryna brawl Get a cop a hog dog I'm the type of that you cop your raw off Popping off Grab the and these niggas call charge switches jerseys like it's all star Press the on Think all lost