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Germ) - Single\n  duration_ms: 112000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YUH!\n\n  Pull up with the pump in the trunk\n  I ain't poppin' baby, I just wanna stunt\n  No I'm not a dubba, momma never raised a punk\n  I will not fuck that bitch, smell like a skunk\n  Hope yo' ho' don't pass me no blunt\n  Hope yo' ho' know what I been doin'\n  With previous bitches that wanna get fucked\n  Throw out the trap strap, pull up the truck\n  Bitch\n\n  I be everywhere a dollar be\n  As you wanna be, chained up like a collar spring yelling Frozen\n  Tell me what the fuck you smokin'\n  Tell me what the fuck you did to get here\n  Nothing walkin'\n  I'm drinking Henny with something slow\n  Eating pizza, play dominos [?]\n  I'm a mix of Geronimo and Shaka Zulu\n  I'm eating everything I kill, so where's the food?\n  Bitch nigga!\n\n  I be cruisin'\n  Bruisin' all these women\n  Fuck a feeling, heart cold-blooded\n  Know it's time to go, blow a load\n  You know how it go\n  Take no shit from no ho'\n  BangBros better ask 'bout her throat\n  Young nigga!\n  Fuckboys in a fist-fight, fuck\n  [?] if a nigga don't act right\n  Crumb niggas get played\n  When I don't get payed\n  Raise hell\n\n  Tanboys, Buffet Boys\n  Tell me, what you know about these niggas?\n  Groupie love, droppin' to they knees, nigga\n  3-0-5, 2-1-2\n  We them niggas (say what)\n  We them niggas (say what)\n\n  Tanboys, Buffet Boys\n  Tell me, what you know about these niggas?\n  Groupie love, droppin' to they knees, nigga\n  3-0-5, 2-1-2\n  We them niggas\n  We them niggas\n"}]