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Yeah, uh, it's a Bob Marley production.

Tune in.

It's nighttime.

Boom!

The lights off.

The lights off.

The lights off.

Yeah, huh, straight off the block, fresh out the hole with my men.

I fuck, I don't pull out no bands.

Don't take off my clothes, I just pull down my pants.

I point at them niggas and hope it don't jam.

I'm used to Perkys and Zend.

Bitch, we in public, don't hold on to my shit.

You want to go, we can dance.

Recorder and only the feds.

I'm with the Goth and go only the feds.

See me in court.

Huh.

I pay you the money, don't read the report.

I'm trying to even the score.

Take off the leash and I sneak through the door.

I caught her off when speaking no more.

She was a whore.

He was a boss.

Bitch, you gon' need me some more.

Bitch, I'm outside, you can't leave me indoors.

Bitch, I'm outside, you can't leave me indoors.

I been getting drugs through the Wi -Fi.

Yeah, now I'm only niggas with the top guys.

Girl, I ain't even got no money.

If I see his face, I let the Glock fly.

Turn him into Zaza.

Cruising down the hot line.

I ain't saying bye -bye.

I'm Hollywood and bye -bye.

And the lady got God.

Nigga, you was not fly.

With my nigga Myla.

Went in through a drop eye.

Hit him with the Glock.

My nigga Myla went in through a drop eye.

Bitch, I'm outside, you can't leave me indoors.

I been getting drugs through the Wi -Fi.

Yeah, now I'm only niggas with the top guys.

Girl, I ain't even got no money.

If I see his face, I let the Glock fly.

Turn him into Zaza.

Cruising down the hot line.

I ain't saying bye -bye.

I'm Hollywood and bye -bye.

And the lady got God.

Nigga, you was not fly.

With my nigga Myla.

Went in through a drop eye.

Hit him with the Glock.

My nigga Myla went in through a drop eye.

My nigga Myla went in through a drop eye.

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