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down wit' ya, wore the crown wit ya They her in wit some old shit Credit fraud back in '06 She was tellin' them she ain't know shit She was mad and unfocused Their trump is some ho shit They told her they take kids And that's when she Exploded, it Everything that she was watching Through the while she told this That's the case nigga, let's close Still gave her time and bogus She was in the car when they up And popped and unloaded like
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There's good niggas, bad He's talking who they sleep with He killed a in a heartbeat But he keep no secrets He's no good for your He's steady with chopper When them got him in that precinct That's he fell to pieces Name all in papers Signed a recording deal with them confirming all of your capers While you's down all that data Tryna get with his saviors He was givin' to his neighbors like CPR, oh my god Goodness,
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