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toes
with
the
ones
that
I
break
bread
Some
of
you
fake,
yeah,
that's
what
I
said
You
get
money,
that's
cool,
still
ain't
a
threat
If
it
ain't
about
a
bag,
then
they
left
on
red
Some
shit
don't
excite
me
no
more
I
ain't
with
the
drama,
fightin'
over
no
hoe
Same
pussy
you
claim,
fuckin'
your
bro
Then
you
crash
out,
hatin'
on
the
next
tho
ugh
Dollar
dollar
dance,
no
Dougie
Work
too
hard,
yeah,
you
can't
take
it
from
me
People
gon'
talk
the
way
my
life
be
a
movie
But
ion
fuckin'
nobody,
even
all
you
groupies
Then
I
throw
up
the
deuce,
bitch,
what's
the
move
Tryna
make
a
mill,
I
don't
got
time
to
lose
So
I'm
makin'
this
money,
crash
testin'
the
dummy
You
busy
at
the
club,
gettin'
musty
and
dusty
Grippin'
on
a
pole,
but
I
don't
fear
nobody
Y'all
act
the
same,
same
ink,
same
copy
People
gon'
talk
and
people
gon'
listen
EAC
gon'
walk
and
make
a
million
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