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(Let's go, Mario)Hold onBurn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeahTop, I'm on his assStolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeahFour-door Matic with that bagThey don't wanna see me bop, bitchShe could eat my cock, bitchHold on, clean a nigga blockthey know I stay ridin' with that mopHold on, Forgiatos, beat her back in, all that I knowHold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side doorI ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys for all that I knowI was countin' up plenty mula like I hit the lottoHold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' chopperHold on, dirty-ass fuckin' niggaI came up straight from the bottomSlimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front his fuckin' mamaWith that shit that I ishit inside his head in front his toddlerDiddy boppin', he got fuckin' problemsUh, get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wildin'One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppersI want his life, you can't save him 'cause I am the doctorAnd I am the problem and I am the issueAnd I am the remedy, turn up with my niggaI got the ratchetest bitchesCome from rags to gas to richesWent from fightin', then to killin'Cool like antifreeze, done blew the ceilin'Tried to handle me, bitch, no, you didn'tAnd paper, I been sippin' sillyHearsin', I been lurkin', catch 'em workin'then I pop out with itRun in, I'm gon' split his fittedFIFA, bitch, no we can't kick itWant it, 'fore I hit it, lick itOlympics, watch how I dive up in itDivin' and he better not beat mebet he not gon' see next seasonCajun, I got season in these heatersthis the hottest feastin'MAC and it's small, but lethaland I call this bitch MAC MiniRecord that boy like Jasonthink I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, niggaFuck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O, got all kindsDouble O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout timeBitch, you best respect my mindthem niggas from your project dyin'When them hitters go to slidin'catch him, hop out, walk him downBurn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeahTop, I'm on his assStolen Glocks inside this Jag'Four-door Matic with that bagThey don't wanna see me bop, bitchShe could eat my cock, bitchHold on, clean a nigga blockthey know I stay ridin' with that mopHold on, Forgiatos, beat her back in, all that I knowHold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side doorI ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys for all that I knowI was countin' up plenty mula like I hit the lottoHold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' chopperHold on, dirty-ass fuckin' niggaI came up straight from the bottomSlimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front his fuckin' mamaWith that shit that I ishit inside his head in front his toddlerDiddy boppin', he got fuckin' problemsUh, get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wildin'One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppersI want his life, you can't save him 'cause I am the doctor
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