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One thing I always hated
Was a taddle teller
Pulled up with my side chick
To the bank teller
Hoping she won't tell her
Dreams I had to sell her
So I brought bars
Just like your cellular - phone
Lately
Home don't feel like home
I'm outchea getting dough
You think I'm outchea getting hoes
And ever since then
I started loosing X&O's
No February 14th
Cross that off the calendar
You couldn't picture this
No Camera, trips to Canada
We got lost
You know it's legal out here
Hitting Dabs like McNab
You know I'm a Eagle out here
Flow on point
Freestyling needles round here
Bars straight dope
These shits Illegal for your ears