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