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Hi Dopa Ching that cunt Got a spinner to his throat Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me Ching that cunt Got a spinner to his throat Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me Give me that I'm not even joking when I said that I don't need her At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talking 'bout no Peter I don't like the confrontation I'm a fan of conversations Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking Look at me, my drink, she laced it Racks in my wallet, can't fold Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor 'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no Ching that cunt Got a spinner to his throat Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me Ching that cunt Got a spinner to his throat Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor Pop, pop this Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me