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Intro
Hahahahaha
G shit!
Nah, really tho!
For street niggas, my gang niggas
Uh, uh, uh, uh!
Verse 1
A lot of niggas die, due to these streets
Fuck niggas lie, all through these beats
I need that GT Maserati wit the butter seats
So be it butter, broc, or skittles bitch I gotta eat
Made money off the birds
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Verse 2
A lotta niggas die, due to the homies
I can turn your baby father into a sodomore
My niggas on them ercs
Puttin in that twerk
Just let the jooks go as planned and shit won't get berserk
Raquel Thomas
And I don't usually fuck with white boys like law enforcement
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