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I aint even got no clue why you snuppin in my shoes u a fool Im cool i know you aint life i shoot you in head get locked by the feds go to get in the bed you eatin all this cheese crest people round me fill like im'a fun fest find the loot its in the chest i know im the best nba youngboy aint got no jules he is strestmade somebody mad they turn red gotta teddy bear he is ted wanted to fly i gotta jet got in the jet started to take flight then bought a new kite got so mad I got in a fight got so dark i turned on the light found chicken and got a bite gotta friend and turn nice
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