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Bitch I don't bang I swing my blade and then that body drops I don't switch lanes I don't want fame but I can't ever stop They say your fucking death's a promise And your life's a lie So I'ma headbang to the bass Until I fucking die Aye, aye, I got Rossi in a solo cup Aye, bitch I'm sipping slow until My time is up aye, lot of stupid bitches Getting on my nerves Aye, If you coming with that fuck Shit then you better swerve Fuck all that shit that you talk, bitch I did this shit all on my own Fuck all that shit that you talk, bitch I did this shit all on my own So just hold the fucking phone Aye just hold the fucking phone Aye, hold the fucking phone So just hold the fucking phone Hold the fucking phone, bitch Just hold the fucking phone Hold the fucking phone, bitch Just hold the fucking phone Hold the fucking phone, bitch Just hold the fucking phone