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Uh, call me killer cause I make a killing I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon That's them twin glocks, you can call them siblings And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribbling I touch the sky, get the clouds out my finger nails These bitches think they fly like tinker bell But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell I let 'em bee, cause you know how that stinger feel Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail And I fuck up any track, train derail Know how to roll, never need training wheels And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills Uh, all or nothing, or nothing else I bleed reality, I should cut myself Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth And the F is for fuck yourself!
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