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Ooooooh. Oooooooooh
I gotta lettt my soul crrry
She don't wanna let my soulll die
This 30 for 30
I'm going 60 for 60
We fighting and fucking
I gotta her singing like Whitney
Yunging mind full murder
380 Tucked in girdle
Y'all be talking like y'all bout it
But know damn ya fertile
I ain't dissing nobody
No I ain't talking about You
But if you feel like I tried you
Just know toten tool
I be posted Haitians
Zoe lady eat like food
I ain't Gotta shoot nobody
Mama kill you wit whoo
So I stop had to tell myself
Fuck everybody else
Just snatch 10 out da bank
They thought I robbed myself
Haitian boi coming out the east
I'm married to these streets
Sipping slow on this mable lean
I'm Chasing wit the trees
She say she get it every night
She said she fuck wit naked hussle
I ain't even mad
I'm still building up my puzzle
Yeeen never gone
Meet a Haitian boi like me
I can have 100k still wear a corner store white tee
Ooooooh. Oooooooooh
I gotta lettt my soul crrry
She don't wanna let my soulll die
WRITERS
Marvin Silien
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