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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
He eating pasta
Turn them to pastor
Foe' got that bling
He make it rubble
Come out the coma
Chopp 'em lower
Talm 'bout Rollie
I can tell her
I Live in Ella (LA)
What that umbrella
Look at this trousers
Niggas my children
your feelin'
Cost me a
Feel like a wizard
Just pull up a scissor
Roll out with scissors
Call me the trimmers
These niggas unkies
**** a mommy
I prefer them oldie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
Silencers
You can't see um
And they blam
Feel like Cam
I be goddamn
Feeling like Martin
Until they Pam
Cousin
I don't know fam
When niggas on some fake shit
Don't have me round
Cause then I get down
I don't f**k around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chyea, yeah, yeah, yeah
