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bitch you finna get hit all my homies on me and we dont miss hold up cant survive this all day bitch we going to do this my way no highway option,caution gonna leave you in exhaustion ice colder than your freezer my new bitch I really need to leave her my ice it gonna make u go burr you think you're so cool because everybody calls you sir yeah I got my 40 on me bitch I'm pissed off so you better leave me be if you open your eyes and you'll see all the shit you're doing wrong just make a better song your homie he wear glasses bet you you can't even see the fat asses but you better hope he passes cuz you run slower than molasses me and my homies we always making racks you follow somebody like a train on the tracks bitch I'm just spitting straight facts now I'm just going to sit back and relax we don't need guns we could hit you with an axe,facts