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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, woah
Yeah, woah, yeah, woah
Rackies on me, how 'bout you?
New twin bitches, I need two
Pass the za like movie
Had to tell 'em that it's comin' soon
We the gang, boy, who is you?
Fuck that bitch then fuck her crew
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Rackies on me, how 'bout you?
New twin bitches, I need two
Pass the za like movie
Had to tell 'em that it's comin' soon
We the gang, boy, who is you?
Fuck that bitch then fuck her crew
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
I can tell you don't like your
Life the way you niggas move
I know what you want to
But that ain't what you gon' do
Pull this Smith off my belt and we
Gon' beat you like your mom do
Countin' chicken with this cougar
My boy got rich off that dog food
I hate niggas, they change like the seasons
When I fall through no emotion, nigga
You act on and we will off you
I called the streets, lonely nights
No one I had to talk to
Post moves, from Atlanta, 'bout that money
I'll hawk you
Rackies on me, how 'bout you?
New twin bitches, I need two
Pass the za like movie
Had to tell 'em that it's comin' soon
We the gang, boy, who is you?
Fuck that bitch then fuck her crew
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Rackies on me, how 'bout you?
New twin bitches, I need two
Pass the za like movie
Had to tell 'em that it's comin' soon
We the gang, boy, who is you?
Fuck that bitch then fuck her crew
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
Chopper sing like doo doo doo
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