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In the hood with them Billy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and them Hoover ♥♥♥♥♥♥
You run up and they shootin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥, we ain't hoopin', ♥♥♥♥♥
No KB, you would lose a ♥♥♥♥♥, up that Uzi, ♥♥♥♥♥
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna ♥♥♥♥, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man, that's really all I use her for, then kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the ♥♥♥♥♥, she fiendin' for some more
In New York, my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't Milly Rock, my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ money bop
Blow a case, a ♥♥♥♥♥ throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli' in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
♥♥♥♥♥♥ talkin' 'bout that cash, but my bag worth a lot
I don't ♥♥♥♥ with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my ♥♥♥♥ in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma ♥♥♥♥ her, then I dash home, to the cash, ho
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