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Boom boom i gotta go n get it i swear i really be with it all of you niggas be tripping most of you bitches be dripping my bitch really go get it bad n out of her feeling i was broke n seen money they tryna do me Malcolm this smithern n Wesson don't jam cant hang with you phonies like yam she talking she sounding like pam I'm more of a yes than a no man taking these pictures like kodak i push your top way back im the nigga who slay that you was the one who didn't fight back how could you say i wasn't like that i had it hard but bite back never was in school write that backpack full of ammunition n one gat she fucking you over with one strap i bend her over and clap that we wasn't the ones who started this way back just a product of my environment and adapted to the climate when that gun jam its like a bitch that missed her climax