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I got skinnies up on my Glocks, still fit in those (Pop, pop)
I put a hole in him, now he a walking Cheerio (B-r-r-r)
Type to f*ck your bitch inside your house and eat your cereal (F*ck yo')
He said he a tough guy, turn his bitch into a widow (Widow, widow)
I'm the type to f*ck y.
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