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{Grah Grah} Talk all that shit, you better dump, two shots to the
neck, he not gettin’ up. All these dead oops up in my blunt, all them
dead opps up in my paper, she saw my song, and then she got
naked, I’m off the dead opps, like my body shaking, you ain’t really
about it so please stop faking, we wasn’t smoking your dead when
you wasn’t hating, he a rich boy from the Suburbs, I bet his name
Kaden, stop all that talking, I’ll send you to Satan.

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