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Shit too motherfucking big for you, Bitch. Taking off the motherfucking face. Club lane. Juicy J from Killer Gang. Rolling down, I'm rolling things. Freak alone, I know it stank. Lit up that hella drink. Hit the club throwing things. Say you is my 98. Getting money you ain't. Rolex Cali green in a zig zag pace. Smoking on the back porch, fool the damn neighbors. Looking for a chick who just wanna have fun. Let her hit the joint and put love on Her tongue. Inhale, exhale. Go to death, I won't fail. True dream, I know it well. So much green, I'm going pale. Out the old outfit, my connect, He got the deal. And it give me nothing but that illest on The night for real. It was fifty degrees Fahrenheit and the relative Humidity was ninety percent and cloudy. First lane, club lane. Juicy from Killer Gang. Rolling down, I'm rolling things. Freak alone, I know it stank. Lit up that hella drink. Hit the club throwing things. Say you is my 98. Getting money you ain't. First lane, lane. Juicy J from Killer Gang. Rolling down, I'm rolling things. Freak alone, I know it stank. Lit up that hella drink. Hit the club throwing things. Say you is my 98. Getting money till you ain't. Yo, yo, yo. Baby, hell, man? You just want this fucking