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got in trouble wit my mamma i wasn't trynna be in drama i'm getting money like obama my raps so hot they just like lava ain't have no money so i couldn't afford no prada you said sum lemme end dhet wit ah cama this mamma mad cause now ha daughter traumatized you want smoke i pop out like ah suprise come outside i see you peeking through them blinds they call me mean oh well you know my sign the way i rap you think im making ah designi got money lets go out we finna dine girl you you scared why you sitting here wasting timei got shootas but i call them boys my slime

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