Music: trent k mondragon
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Let the chains hit her face，
Gunshots feel like a blade，
Swerve the car make me race，
Suicides in my state，
Snipers chill with berets，
Push you off the edge，
Throwing knife like pick your fight，
P-ussy boy I wanna see my bride，
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride，
Ya bitch (There's ones pick up your sight!)
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh，
I can never do right in your mind，
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world!
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