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Clerk presents: "Livin' Life"
Don't blow on no gas but I stay loaded with cash extra clips and dough in my stash pole in my lap bitch I don't know how to lack every time I roll I be strapped. I gotta excel, racial profiling from twelve bonded right outta that jail I got bars like a cell rap god I'm not a for sale my lyrics hotter than hell. Check in that bag Imma felon with swag like BP I was selling that gas collecting that cash I can tell that they mad they bitch on my dick I can nail I can smash. I'll ride up on ya block do a drive by on ya block n start firing shots just like a street light I'll light up ya block say by to my ops n then hi to my gwap. Keep killers around me don't ever doubt me went back and got bro out the county niggas talk shit but don't know nothing about me fixing the game like you foul me so much polo on me they call me ralphy she say she fell in love as soon as she found me pussy so wet on that bitch she could drown me she love to lick a nigga like an alky
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