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nigga check got bands
talkin real drum make you move to the
beat no squeaks this deep
got bells youll never ring
no gangster but my PHONE tapped
calls i can never pick up
let it ring give me string
make it sync , drown
some in letters
how my words aint playin
u know man sayin she nodding .
switch lines with her no trafficking
aint rushin no big time fudge boy bands shout to MA on stands
fuzz you talkin about IDK she now he might depend who ask .
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