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So you motherfuckers thought |
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I was gonna change my style? |
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So what are you saying |
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Todd? To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit |
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Here' s another rap that |
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I' m ready to spit |
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It goes like this, my name is hort |
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I' m tearin' shit up like never before |
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Pimp slaps, makin' snaps |
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Cold cash money and |
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Too hort raps |
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Oakland, California that' s where |
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I' m fromThe city where the boys say you don' t want none |
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But if you do, |
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I' m gonna tell you this |
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Trues and vogues ain' t really shit |
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Wanna roll so hard, all of the time |
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You and that bitch playin' |
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Too hort rhymes |
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If you ask me, what it' s all about, |
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I' ll say it' s about that money |
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But if you ask me, could you have some, |
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I' ll say it doesn' t concern me |
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Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, " Do you have the answerTo the U. S. economy and a cure for cancer?" |
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I said, what are you doin' in the |
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White House |
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If you' re not sellin' cocaine? |
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Ask your wife, |
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Nancy Reagan, |
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I know she' ll spit that game |
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Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job |
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She licked my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob |
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What is life? |
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Life is Too hort |
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I play the bitches like it' s a sport |
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Yeah, I' ll play the bitches just like y' all |
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Like Dr. J played basketball |
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You can call me |
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Too, don' t say it twice |
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You' ll get me real mad and |
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I' ll fuck your wife |
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You see I' m not proper, |
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I' m rarely polite |
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Too hort, |
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Too hort, don' t say it tonight, bitch |
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It started on a bright morning in 1987 |
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I was in my drop to |
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Caddy y' all gettin' sucked by a bitch named |
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HelenNasty bitches, around the world, |
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I wrote this rhyme for you |
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You might not like my rap, but |
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I' m tellin' you bitch it' s true |
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So much death in the |
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Oakland streets |
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Am I gonna live till next week? |
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Will I get shot by a dope fiend |
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Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my ring |
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I really can' t say, ' cause |
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I don' t know why |
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People out here droppin' dead like flies |
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I used to see a home boy givin' five |
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Now I say, " Man, you' re still alive?" |
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Cold as hell, the town |
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I' m fromWon' t last too long when you' re fakin' the funk |
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I' m the master rapper, so unique |
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Clap my hand when |
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I want my freak |
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You can' t deny it, you know |
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I' m rightI turn any rapper out when |
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I' m on the mic |
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And I won' t kick back, or relax |
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Till he knows |
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I' m the best at the |
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MC rapTill he knows |
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Too hort, set the track |
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They got him caught up in my serious cap |
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Motherfucker can' t spit straight game on the mic' |
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Cause he' s worse than a fag or a |
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Frisco dike |
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He' s a sucker |
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MC, I call him punk |
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Tryin' to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk |
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You little punkass boy, wouldn' t listen to me |
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Think I' m fakin' but |
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I' m takin' all you sucker |
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MC' sTo the end of the world and push you over |
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Good luck couldn' t find you in a four leaf clover |
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If I ever said a rap, tryin' to cap on you |
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I wouldn' t even sweat it ' cause you' ll be through |
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Lookin' so far up, you might fall down |
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Gettin' clowned by the hound from east |
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OaktownAnd the look in your face when you' re lickin' that tooth |
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Could make a grown man die, laughin' at you' |
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Cause you' re a, no rappin', no rhymin' |
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Played out fake ass |
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Simple Simon |
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I never understood one word you said |
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But you' re swearin' up and down that you' re killin' ' em dead |
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There' s only one thing, |
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I wanted to know |
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Sucker motherfucker, where' s the joke? |
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I' m the player of players, just call me |
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PopMy name is |
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Too hort, no |
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I don' t stop |
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I just don' t stop mackin', don' t stop cappin' |
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Don' t stop rappin' now you see what happens |
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Your mind is gone, your crew just cut |
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Sucker MC |
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I' ll tell you what |
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Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same |
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And when it comes to game, you are lame |
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Never even heard of |
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Too hort baby |
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Hit Oakland in 1980 |
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Singin' mo' raps than a rap could rhyme |
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Tellin' sucker |
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MC' s don' t waste my time |
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There' s a girl |
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I know her name is |
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BettyStraight to the head just rock it steady |
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She' s so freaky she' ll juice you up |
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All the home boys just can' t get enough |
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She' s a Ph. |
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D., don' t even stop |
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In the back like that goin', top, top, top |
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I won' t say white girl, won' t say she' s black |
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She' s the kind of girl that make your knees go crack |
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Feel the beat, rock with me |
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Let me tell you what |
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I beI' m a |
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MC rapper, a |
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MC rapperA big bank roller and a cold, cold capper |
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Hey baby, |
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I got this rhyme |
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It' s not gonna stop till the end of time |
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Like rock and roll |
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I' ll play that song |
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To the beat all day and all night long |
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So liten up, to what |
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I' m sayin' |
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I' m a Oaktown mack, bitch |
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I ain' t playin' |
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To all the home boys doin' time in the pen |
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Gonna rock this beat for you once again |
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If you can' t get out and you' re mad as hell |
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Say bitch, now make it sound for real |
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I' ma tear shit up, if |
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I get the chance |
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I could give a fuck less if you' re hole don' t dance |
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See I' m a big mack now, |
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I' m so great |
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I was born and raised in the |
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Golden State |
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Call me T |
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O O, if you say hort |
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I' ma rap my ass off till you give me some more |
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Big bank, now just make me rich |
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Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich |
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Check out my style, baby |
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I don' t quit |
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I heard this freak say, " That' s the shit" |
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He took the cake, fucked the rake |
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Too hort baby damn sure ain' t fake |
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But the sucker |
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MC' s are screamin' loud |
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Sayin' Sir |
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Too hort, shut your mouth |
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How can you talk about me, and call me weak |
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When your father smokes coke and you mother' s a freak |
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So I keep on rappin', if nothin' else |
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Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself |
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Bitch and bitch, he' s a |
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MC rightAin' t sayin' nothin' but he' s holdin' the mic |
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Fuck with me, and boy you' re doomed |
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I send a trick with a hoe to the motel room' |
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Cause I' m the coldest |
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MC on a microphone |
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Like a 357 pointed at your dome |
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I got cap for cap, you never heard |
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So fresh again with cusswords |
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Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' with me |
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Fuck a skank bitch and a sucker |
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MCAll you bastards got the claps |
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And fuck you punk ' cause you still can' t rap |
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Cusswords, just let ' em know |
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Motherfuckin' shit, goddamn ass hoe |
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Cusswords, just don' t quit |
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Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch |
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It' s Too hort, on the mic, and it don' t stop |
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And it don' t stop, and it won' t stop, bitch |
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Check out my style |