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Lyrics from Snippets Grow up, n***a b*t*h I told y'all, we don't back down, then we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Don't got time for yo' ass, you ain't my type Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like Big sticks, big clips, big gas, don't leave em, alright? I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight This 10 inch, this very long stick, that's what your b*t*h like A b*t*h n***a, a man who act like hoe, that's what I dislike A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a b*t*h life Let's get it n***a, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight We did it n***a, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by We with it n***a, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it n***a Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him b*t*h I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle
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