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WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO
just kidding. it remind me the jerma. great turkey.
scout put forgis on his jeep
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I trap until the, bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n salty
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these n, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks