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5 grams to half a key, call me the lace saint...
this clown smokes so much he forgot about face paint!..
dirt on the timbs from bustin these snitches chins,
i get payed, so I'm flippin these bitches grins..
my boys don't ride bikes, but they got chains..
yall bitches speed walkin' on sidewalks, we on lanes..
My psp screen clean, while this bitch use a Gamegear..
I reign-fear, he only rock furr when he wrestling a Raindeer!..
Been writting 2 years now, but I prefer recording tracks to text battles, lol.
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