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turn up the stereo so everyone goes to hear the song of lil Pump know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
take you to places you need to go
flirting with fire coming down to the wire a gun for hire calling him a liar
the steets are uneasy the flames are just as strong
cause Turtle Wax is cheap we got the dancing feet stand still to repeat
purchased a remedy for hip hop brevity everythings steady are you ready
close the door to places you need to know have a shoulder to cry
what's to die for a leader and never a follower
Lil Pump like Gucci Man working on his tan the latest fade
chain it up burning records like you want to smoking marijuana as you grow fond of
Dance hall grill hoping latest trend with family & friends
Lil Pump know the score kicking it with a two bit whore screaming for more
in the window stands a paradox of time remember when you were broke down to your last dime
the wild side inside of me minus the pornography set the captives free
Lil Pump know what Little Pump do but I'm still not through
he's coming on track in the music scene living in a land so very mean
Lil pump is where its at working to hard can give you a heart attack
Big Mac with your Cadillac playing hacky sack a tiff or tat
purchased his resistance caught the oozy lying but I'm not buying fish for frying

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