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rap sh*t (Uh)
The Butcher comin', n***a
La música de Harry Fraud

Yo, I don't showboat, n***as know though
Me and [?] minus Gina be like Tony and Manolo
And don't show this [?], I'm at the register like "What's the total?"
Since I kicked down the door I've been in go mode
She asked the same question like, "Why you have her smilin' in your photos?"
The same reason Bobby went solo, this tank shootin' slow-mo
I'm tipsy ridin' shotgun in the Volvo
My sh*t punch like Miguel Cotto (Let's go)
Who went from whippin' soft Os to late night talk shows?
Y'all gettin' frail, I get the mail in Dior rolls
Lord knows my ear, neck, and my wrist all froze
As far as rewards go, evеry trophy I won gold
This magic that I'm makin', Pyrex glasses was my major
It's hard to tell a buttеrfly from caterpillar stages
They made me the underdog, them platinum n***as hated
Now it's hard to feel bad when they flash this little paper
BSF

Early, never late, money forever talk
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall
Early never late, money forever talk
I'm aiming for the bank, we winnin' overall
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