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know where I'm going, don't know where I been Never trust these hoes, don't trust my friends Tell bitch to roll 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 bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
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