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Aye, cut the work with the blade
Still in the night but I'm coming back
Backstreet Boys, (Drain Gang) get it tatted
Can't stab me in my back, I'ma stab you back
Trash bags, silver Lexus, hit the gas
They hate on me, they hate on me (I'm not hearing that)
They hate on me, sick boy, I'm still dropping ash
Trashman, Drain Gang, taking out the trash
It's bad, we cut you off, leave you sad
Still mad 'cause I made you
It's not a playground but I played you
You still sad 'cause you're not cute
No free keys, yeah ♥♥♥♥♥ I drop clues
Fake Pradas, yeah that's not shoes
I won't pop out, no, man I pop two
If you see me, I might bless you
Drain 4L, yeah 'cause I meant to
Still in the night, but I'm coming back
Triple-seven, D9, One Direction
Still in the night, but I'm coming back, yeah
Backstreet boys, coming back with the sack, yeah

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