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't help it Just stay where you bowin' down Some more you can't get these pounds Unless you gone smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up And

shit'll get real Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit' Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit Masked up, kidnap shit

and I Bombshell, other bitches is true lies I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on or shitty with the Tim boots Do it how

it to you live after dark Ask the psychic friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped bell bottom tim

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dancin', through the night Now gimme that and run with the Party people, are you ready for Tim and Maganoo? As we come, rum and Coke, won't you kick a verse

such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America, me and my lady rock

such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America, me and my lady rock