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BOOM BOOM give me some room can't f***g breath with all these gunpowder fumes guns blastin off like my mouth poppin to shut the f*** up up b**** I wasn't talkin bout you fell off for a minute the wagon got crowded much like my mind and I couldn't allow it had to jump off before others got shoved f*** all yal actin like yal showin me love I'm about to be trippin on a vacation to take go the wrong directions that'll be my mistake back to this blastin pistol to mouth you don't really know me or what I'm about so back the f*** off me I just need space keep comin around and this pistol you'll taste

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