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This is the dream of a girl with a broken heart. Living at her moms can't afford to buy a porche. We Mexican we get it got it and don't expect nothin from no-one. Yur a lame lil pigeon purring yur story to the world I'm too Scerd to reach out to others cause I'm the lioness on the prowl say one wrong thing and I'll hunt yo ass down! My niggas ain't even down to ride, too busy playin the part takin steps to better their lives. Me I'm behind like a stadium feature gettin ready in the back  I'm too low to play the part. 
 
 
 
 
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