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And she heard of me, she know about my life Shootouts in New York with types money, faster guns, we party every night 'Cause we perform, every day of the for that price
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baby, you little babies so emotional And tip-toe the beef until that toast to you Ain't got no problem in you I could deal with, be the ones that's close to you
And do, what I'm to do, approach Duke Why you faggots only squeezin' out, the vocal booth? Know my style be that overproof, the Coupe Open your face was talkin', wasn't to you
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