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That mean, it could be the bank man ,Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam. Lady at the frank stand, justin She’ll rat poison your relish right in the center babe. The bitch is a renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade And y'all dead now ,That you can bet now Do like a toaster put your bread down Upset now, hate when I rep justin clowns, blow Tech rounds In a collision, I see their ambition But they don't know them days when I was stooped and pitchin. Or all them hot summers when I was justin cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried, 350 on the stove and its 90 outside. I'mma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists Her mom died, heroin overdose fucked up her wrist Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me…Nothing but hits Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fits Needed coke, needed dope, yeah I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick “You know Cam?”,
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