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Told em stop playing with me I’ll roll up hop out on two feet chopper make em skip like a CD not a single bullet he shot hit me peek a boo I erased em like a stencil now I’m blessed like some tissues I got some issues but nothing the drum couldn’t fix too you don’t wanna play I beam you in the dark caught em slipping it couldn’t ever be me I stay on my P’s and Q’s like who the fuck is you big show put em on the fucking news
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