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bars bats bottom of the 8th butterflys stomach ache dont even talk hes still hear original shoot camers out like my pistal whip im cool hoppin out i told u no this motha fucka bump and lay i never check lucky my heat look im after my own u can know i own the room when i drive by yeah im calm n collect take my chain off im calm and collect cant take my money wanna shake serial with the milk oreo band a big smile when u fuckin up listin up little bitches and a laugh im in the back flippin dope its always me fixin my crooked life bang bang fix my crooked life so whats up