This is a song about "Snow and 75 de"

And we just enough heads to occupy one small verse each)

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

My niggas is winning though

Carefully packaged with snow

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

My team getting digits

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