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Volg ons op social media. All the way to the bank Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank Hell next year for the fun of it We do it again, again and again and 3, 4, Y, Dirty South type of sound That's what I'm trying say I was born and raised here Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot While they were screaming pour some liquor We prayed all night in the mosque Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year" Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year" Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy gutteg Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up I was laughing, TZZZ!!!
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