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[Verse]
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[?], speakin' shit to existence
I'm in Detroit scorin' three points and I feel like a Piston
I'm not comin' down, I don't feel nice, this bitch better listen
What the fuck? I got this bitch teared out
Parkin' lot, backseat, I got hoes runnin' in and out the spot
I done flew her to Miami, yeah, she like, "Where the yacht?"
Fuck that pistol, I got beams, sticks, .50's, and a lot
Fuck...