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a gata cut the bread. gata devide it amongst the rest. yeah we're blessed, all the homies in the streets get bread. were all fed how about it brueh u cant see me cus i dont really show my face. im a motherfucken genius stuck inside of space yeah 1234 locking up that door u cant say no more catch this fade u catch this cooooarn
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lyrics are not finished. I CAN FINISH THEM but.. it will take some time.. I'm working on two more legit songs so.. one at a time right.. we all know the next lyrics will be 5 6. 7 8
umm! do u like??