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this money, bout to fuckin vomit\n[01:21.32] 30 on my stomach, tell me \"how bad do you want it?\"\n[01:24.92] Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky\n[01:28.65] All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons\n[01:32.22] All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'\n[01:35.86] Yeah Yeah\n[01:36.70] Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!\n[02:07.49] You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!\n[02:11.05] I'ma whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga\n[02:14.68] I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga\n[02:18.39] I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back\n[02:21.96] I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap\n[02:25.54] I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out the [??]\n[02:30.14] I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old\n[02:32.84] See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am\n[02:37.44] I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three 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