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Shark breach TOBIN Electronic, make the bread off of the PC (Make the bread off of the PC) Try to call me, got you blocked, now you can't reach me (You can't reach me) In the city, out here mobbin', we in D.C. (We in D.C.) Run your mouth and I might pop out like its 3D (Pop, yeah, pop, yeah) Top floor, smokin' out the window (Smokin' out the window) Need a verse? Just pass me eighty, like the discos (Eighty, like the discos) Up all day, I feel no pain (b*t*h), I pop the Benzos (I pop the Benzo) I swear, they make it so obvious 'bout how they comin' for dollars and nothin' else to it Thing about that is you need have the swagger If you wanna brag about it for enough, ooh b*t*h, I don't fold, I don't bluff, f**k wit' Lil' Quan, that's a must Uh-hah, none of these b*t*hes I trust, I don't play with them, they rust (f**k) E-E-E-E-Eyes on the back of my head For these f**kers who creepin', leakin' for no reason Told them mu'f**kers, "Best beat it" Kick rocks, I ain' f**kin wit' that, delete it I don't blame them feelin' bad Because they know they sh*t recedin' It's a dirty game, the bitter end, wish that I never seen it (Yeah, ah)
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