&; Young girl, she grew up in a rush. Had it bad, no doubt, she don't know who to trust. Every man she ever loved only wanna fuck; charge that to the game. But it's all gravy, hey baby, shots get popped, the cops shut down the party. Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches, we got love for ya'll but ya'll don't love us. Now we swerve in the
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