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Shit, bitch, pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a lil' six But I had to go cook no brain Cook no brain, I ain't worried about you I'ma do what I do and I do my thing
okay can you guys like stop hating on him doesn't mean i like him but like you guys are like questioning so much about the scars like personal mother fucker