.(It don't matter what you do)
(I got the chopper pointed at you)
(And I will shoot you and your boo)
(And have them bullets raining over you)
I got all these racks in my pocket, make my pants fall
Do not fucking touch me, I will rip your fucking hands off
He was talking all that sh.
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