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Gafas

lows over my eyes trying kill what's inside just a different drive hi jacked the vibe trying to bug my line get sprayed with pesticide you see them thuggin I'm with the plug trippin on luggage why you fronting I see you trucking moving sluggish hop out the bucket it's all for nothing let's get this money stop acting funny we don't love them hos running a muck searching for love always kept it blunt running from love searching to re up always kept that heater always been players pushing p run the streets serving fiends bout a couple keys

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